LOUIS DUVAL.

 brought up my little orphan Henry, your father, and
 put him to a trade; and a great comfort was he to me.
 But what can one do in such times as these, with bread
 so dear, and work so scarce ? Ah, Louis, is not your
 father a good workman, and industrious and sober?
 and do not we, and thousands besides, starve ? France
 is full of St. Clairs, boy. They do what they will with




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us. They grind and grind, and grudge us food; but
it will not be for ever. God sees it. Ah---" and
Margaret left off speaking.
 It was becoming dusk; and the little boy could not
distinguish very clearly; but as his grandmother sat
motionless in her arm-chair-the only chair in the
room-with her eyes more than half-closed, he felt
sure she slept. She sometimes did sleep in her chair,
and at such times Louis took care not to disturb
her.
 Margaret slept on, and the garret was in darkness.