Life in the Iron-Mills; or, the Korl Woman

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. A cloudy day: do you know what that is in a town of iron-works? The sky sank down before dawn, muddy, flat, immovable. The air is thick, clammy with the breath of crowded human beings. It stifles me. I open the window, and, looking out, can scarcely see through the rain the grocer's shop opposite, where a cr...