CHAPTER IX.

 
  

[ME wore on, and my heart turned
W@ to the poor master; for he was
a rale gentleman for more than two
hundred years, and she had so loved him;
and I was grieved to the heart to see him
3 wanting so many things, and no sign of any »
proper teaching for the child. But in an
ill hour a lady (she called herself) came
to the village for. quiet—a great, stalking |
-baragagh of a woman— and ‘somehow, she
put comehether on the poor, weak master,
and the upshot of it was, he married her,
and placed her as a mother over that darlin’
-ehild. I put up with her hardness. to the
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