"Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything having happened. Every care had been taken of it, as well as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought shelter.
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