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"Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other's habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets; who are formed by a different breeding, are fed by a different food, are ordered by different manners, and are not governed by the same laws." . . . "THE RICH AND THE POOR."
"go to your own mother, who is dying in a back cellar without a winder, while you've got lodgings in a two pair.""Dying; she's only drunk," said the youth."And if she is only drunk," rejoined Mrs Carey in a passion, "what makes her drink but toil; working from five o'clock in the morning to seven o'clock at night, and for the like of such as you.""That's a good one," said the youth; "I should like to know what my mother ever did for me, but give me treacle and laudanum when I was a babby to stop my tongue and fill my stomach; by the token of which, as my gal says, she stunted the growth of the prettiest figure in all Mowbray." And here the youth drew himself up, and thrust his hands in the side pockets of his pea-jacket.
"That thousand pounds of my mother was very a propos," said Lord Marney; "I suppose it was a sop that will keep them all right till we have made our arrangements."