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There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. " His daughter, however, anticipated him. I swore I would bring your husband to the gallows,—would plunge you in such want, such distress, that you should have no alternative but the last frightful resource of misery,—and I also swore, that if you had a son he should share the same fate as his father. It was a bright and beautiful day: so bright, so beautiful, that even her sad heart was cheered by it. “I mean to,” she replied. Enough's as good as a feast of the dainties you provide.
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