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“I, to Bennet, represented five pounds ten shillings' worth of goods bought at the market-place, and the buyer wanted, as a business man, to have his money's worth. The man was, of course, within his rights; everybody wants the worth of their money, and who was I, a boy bought for less than a spavined horse, to rail against the little sorrows which Destiny imposed upon me? I was only an article of exchange, something which represented so much amidst the implements and beasts of the farm; but having a hear and a soul I felt the position acutely.”

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Book:Children of the Dead End
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Children of the Dead End

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Patrick MacGill
Patrick MacGill

Patrick MacGill, born on December 24, 1889, was an Irish journalist known for his depiction of rural Irish life. His most celebrated work, 'The Winter in Ireland,' is renowned for its realistic and touching portrayal of the lives of Irish farmers. more

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