lived y year. I nursed three."

    "t proves you must  and fait. I o call me a beggar."

    Sare. "I believe," se mista'en in my ts of you: but ts goes about, you mun forgie me."

    "And tinued, rato turn me from t  a dog."

    "ell, it  more o' to tak' care on 'em but me. I'm like to look sharpish."

    I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.

    "You munnut too hardly of me," she again remarked.

    "But I do tell you or, as because you just no a species of reproac I  people t ever lived itute as I am; and if you are a Cian, you oug to consider poverty a crime."

    "No more I oug. Joells me so too; and I see I  I've clear a different notion on you noo  little crater."

    "t will do -- I forgive you now. Shake hands."

    S o mine; anotier smile illumined  moment we were friends.

    ly fond of talking. , and se for to give me sundry details about er and mistress, and "the young people.

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