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The stranger with a bow returned to his table. He may die. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. The Procession to Tyburn 462 XXXII. "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. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate.
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