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air, he got back some of the beauty that won
my poor lost mistress’ heart. I kept the
spirits as much out of his way as I could;
for in spite of me, he’d sometimes steal
a spoonful or two of his punch to the child,
and make her cunning enough not to tell
me. I had such a terror over me, that she
might grow up with his family taste for it,
that IL watched her, and one evening I was
almost turned to stone, for coming sudden
into the sitting room, I saw the little cray-
thur dabbing her hands where some brandy
had been spilt on the table, and sucking her
fingers as children suck sweeties; she knew
I never let her taste anything of the kind,
and down went her pretty hands the minute.
she saw me, and then she said, ‘ Smelling
i dear Nursy, it smells so sweet.’ Oh,
how the devil plants lies on lips that the

dear Lord made innocent 2?”