joe friend

It was

It was there, there, there. But it is gone now. Regaining her consciousness, she lays her hand nervously upon her pocket, and pursues oh. Yes, sister, it was there when i entered that vile place, as you call it. What am i to do. The loss of the money does not so much trouble my mind. Oh. Dear, no. It is the thought of going home deprived of the means of aiding these noble institutions. Had lady swiggs inquired into the character of the purchaser of old dolly she might now have become conscious of the fact, that whatever comes of evil seldom does good. The money she had so struggled to get together to aid her in maintaining her hypocrisy, was the result of crime. Perhaps it were better the wretch purloined it, than that