"My clothes were made, an' everything was ready for me to start to Stonyhurst.

There was a stagecoach load of us going; but I failed th' heart, an' wouldn't go--an' I've forethought ever sin'.

Mr Newby said to my friends at the same time, he said, 'You don't need to be frightened of him; he'll make the brightest priest of all the lot--an' I should, too.

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