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Soinpanions or not. Well, my dear, just
in the chill before daybreak, he came home;
and she at last made him understand how
it was that his father was dead. I was
not in the room, but I was nigh at hand;
and bitterly they cried together, for the shock
of the news sobered him. He was very re-
ligious by fits and starts, and lamented with
her, to think of the poor dear gentleman
being commanded away where the sin of
his life had scorched the heart and brain
out of him, and he had not the knowledge
or power left to say, ‘Lord, save me, or
I perish.’ Of course, my dear lady took the
Opportunity to reason with her . husband,
lovingly and gently, and he owned to the truth
of all she said, as he had done countless
times; but he did what he never done
before, and which put new life into her,
even in her. sorrows—it took that effect on

young master, that he knelt down by the