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ing his lips after wormwood. "grand!" and he exhorted the children to try.
"it's better than any of your tea or your cocoa stews," he vowed. but they were not to be tempted.
this time, however, neither pills nor vitriol nor all his herbs would shift the "nasty peens in his head". he was sickening for an attack of an inflammation of the brain. he had never been well since his sleeping on the ground when he went with jerry to nottingham. since then he had drunk and stormed. now he fell seriously ill, and mrs. morel had him to nurse. he was one of the worst patients imaginable. but, in spite of all, and putting aside the fact that he was breadwinner, she never quite wanted him to die. still there was one part of her wanted him for herself.
the neighbours were very good to her: occasionally some had the children in to meals, occasionally some would do the downstairs work for her, one would mind the baby for a day. but it was a great drag, nevertheless. it was not every day the neighbours helped. then she had nursing of baby and husband, cleaning and cooking, everything to do. she was quite worn out, but she did what was wanted of her.
and the money was just sufficie
