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The Portion of Labor

CHAPTER I
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He grabbed the little dress of bright woollen stuff, which lay partly made upon the table, and crammed it into the stove, and a reek of burning wool filled the room.

Then both women turned upon him with a combination of anger to which his wrath was wildfire.
Andrew caught up little Ellen, who was beginning to look scared, wrapped the first thing he could seize around her, and fairly fled across the yard to his mother's.

Then he sat down and wept like a boy, and his pride left him at last.

"Oh, mother," he sobbed, "if it were not for the child, I would go away, for my home is a hell!" Mrs.Zelotes stood clasping little Ellen, who clung to her, trembling.

"Well, come over here with me," she said, "you and Ellen." "Live here in the next house!" said Andrew.


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