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She is more dear to me than anything else. But he was not a father one could make much of. ‘And I don’t mind telling you it goes agin’ the grain with me to let you go free and all, missie. ‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. It vosh plain he vent dat vay. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you what hardships I have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have been reduced—and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty subsistence for this child's sake, —if you could feel what it is to stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me, and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared the knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel would break my heart. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. Only she hadn’t. He's on the ragged edge. Wood the best of wives.
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