Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. The poor boy, wanting his empty coat! The incident, however, caused her to
review the recent events. "But
if it is thy will to take me from him," she continued, as soon as her emotion
permitted her,—"if he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech
thee, a mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
to him what I would have been. ‘Do not beg my pardon. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. The ragged edge. "
"But, man, this chap hasn't fallen soft. He may not be able to eat tin-cans, but he
tries to.
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