13. One of the Populace
The winter was a wretched ohere were days on which Sara tramped through snow when she went on her errands; there were worse days when the snow melted and biself with mud to form slush; there were others when the fog was so thick that the lamps ireet were lighted all day and London looked as it had looked the afternoon, several years ago, when the cab had driven through the thhfares with Sara tucked up on its seat, leaning against her fathers shoulder. On such days the windows of the house of the Large Family always looked delightfully cozy and alluring, and the study in which the Indialeman sat glowed with warmth and rich color. But the attic was dismal beyond words. There were no longer sus or suo look at, and scarcely ever any stars, it seemed to Sara. The clouds hung low over the skylight and were either gray or mud-color, or dropping heavy rain. At four oclo the afternoon, evehere was no special fog, the daylight was at an en……（内容加载失败！）
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