The Brass Bell

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The Brass Bell

The mill whistle screamed at five, and Thomas Bellows joined the river of children pouring from the iron gates. Nineteen years old and already his lungs carried the cotton dust of twelve seasons. His hands were raw from the spinning mules, his back bent from twelve hours of stooping beneath the flywheels. Mrs. Harrow watched them file out with her ledger and her whip. She had been foreman's...

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