" "Thank'ee,—thank'ee. " "It matters not who I am," replied Jonathan, taking the money. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. Each of my scholars thinks it his own shirt. He swore that I was his wife, that chance had given me to him at last.
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