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Take me away before they waken! oh, she is right in every word she says, for I am not afeard of my wife--her trust in God is too firm for anything to shake.
I'm ready; but I fear I'll scarcely be able to walk all the way--an' sich an evenin' too--Young woman, will you break this business to these ones, and to my wife, as you can ?" "Oh, I will, I will," she replied; "as well as I can; you did well to say so," she added, in a low voice to herself; "an' I'll stay here with your sick family, an' I'll watch an' attend them.
Whatever can be done by the like o' me for them, I'll do.
I'll--I'll not lave them--I'll nurse them--I'll take care of them--I'll beg for them--oh, what would I not do for them ?" and while speaking she bent over young Con's bed, and clasping her hands, and wringing them several times, she repeated "oh what wouldn't I do for you!" "May God bless you, best of girls, whoever you are! Come, now, I'm ready." "Ay," said Sarah, running over to him, "that's right--I'll break the bitter news to them as well as it can be done; come, now." The old man stood, in the midst of his desolation, with his hat in his hand, and he looked towards the beds. "Poor things!" he exclaimed; "what a change has come over you, for what you wanst, an' that not long since, wor.
Never, my darlin' childhre--oh, never did one harsh or undutiful word come from your lips to your unhappy father.
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