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‘She wouldn’t tell me. Your name?" "Owen Wood," replied the carpenter; "I've no reason to be ashamed of it. I never want you to be ashamed of me. There was the stile on which Jonathan had sat, and he recollected distinctly the effect of his mocking glance— how it had hardened his heart against his mother's prayer. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses.
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