Yes, but you cannot wash the souls of them dam' scoundrels who send that water through the pipes to the poor people who can buy no other, he raged. "This is not your blame--you did not know." He pointed his finger, quivering, dripping with the slime, at the child on the bed. "They have murder her! With this!" He slatted his finger with the gesture of one who throws off a noisome serpent.
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Yes, but you cannot wash the souls of them dam' scoundrels who send that water through the pipes to the poor people who can buy no other, he raged. "This is not your blame--you did not know." He pointed his finger, quivering, dripping with the slime, at the child on the bed. "They have murder her! With this!" He slatted his finger with the gesture of one who throws off a noisome serpent.
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