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Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. It was the first expression of the mother's blood. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. She cut a deep gash into her own arm with a steel screw, loosing drops of her own blood onto the floorboards. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame.
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