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melons. You must not suppose that
stealing fruit was a common thing with
me. It was quite otherwise, I assure
you. I was out of my element that
night. I had yielded to temptation, in
an evil moment, and I had done what I
have been heartily ashamed of as often
as I have thought of it since.

‘¢ And don’t you think,’’ Amanda con-
tinued, ‘‘ that you would feel a great deal
better, if you should eat the melons here,
with a clean plate and knife, than you
would to eat them behind tbe black-
smith’s shop, with a dirty jack-knife,
without any plate at all?”

I did think so, and so I told her.