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Text for Page 089 [01-25-1859]

tently about a dirty $2 that the woman sent hi-
ther and thither among the boarders to borrow it, and fi-
nally out of the house, to Eldredge, her niece�s husband, 
at his store.    And all under pretext of wanting to buy can-
dy for May.   Which little wretch with her hair cut
short, slimmer-looking, and with something of a sallow shade
under her eyes is about as usual, demanding pickles and
everything unwholesome at meals, coming up-stairs and
into my room with that horse of a girl Anna Bradbury,
and laughing when anything is said of her mother�s sickness.
The mother wants to get rid of her � to give her to some-
body to bring up � says she can�t manage her.   Her suf-
fering � that�s real enough sans question � has driven all
else but Self, Self, Self out of her head.    The boy
Gladdy, too, specious, civil, false youth, is working out his
own theory of life.    He prefers shooting, loafing, idling
to school, lives with the family who take care of his
mother�s house, and is now, for a day or so staying
here.   He plies you with questions about cadetship in
the English army, under the impression that it would be
an idle, prettily dressed, highly-paid life!  Rawson lives
with the Martins� � the mother willing that he should do
so any where, but at her expense.   The fellow talks of
getting some honest mercantile avocation in New York.
He saw some hard times, on the survey, in Mexico, inclu-
ding gallinippers, rain, hunger, exposure and the like.
Stood it pretty well too, so he says, though not sorry to
come back, leaving the expedition.    His mother clutches               
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