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floor. The voice of tom swiggs is heard, crying wretch. Villain.what brings you here. Mr. Keepum, like the coward, who fears the vengeance he has merited, makes good his escape. Will you never cease polluting the habitations of the poor. Would to god there was justice for the poor, as well as law for the rich then i would make thee bite the dust, like a dying viper. You should no longer banquet on poor virtue. Wretch.i would teach thee that virtue has its value with the poor as well as the richthat with the true gentleman it is equally sacred. Tom stands a few moments over the trembling miscreant, maria sinks into a chair, and with her elbows resting on the table, buries her face in