Sisters Three
y reason for keeping you down here, and to judge if I am right. When your mother died, three years ago, I was left in London with seven children on my hands. Yo
y reason for keeping you down here, and to judge if I am right. When your mother died, three years ago, I was left in London with seven children on my hands. You were fourteen then, a miserable, anaemic creature, with a face like a tallow candle, and lips as white as paper. The boys came home from school and ran wild about the streets. I could not get on with my work for worrying about you all, and a man must work to keep seven children.
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