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I can’t help you a cent. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. ’ ‘I’m afraid you are right. Aren’t I asking—asking plainly now?. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. You couldn’t help it. You have set out to do something which is neither God's way nor man's.
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