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XV. A Morning Meeting—The Letter Again

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           "’Tisaverybadafflictionforye,beingsuchamanofcalamitiesinotherways."

           "Well,’tis;butahappyProvidenceorderedthatitshouldbenoworse,andIfeelmythanks.Astoshepherd,there,I’msuremis’essoughttohavemadeyeherbaily—suchafittingmanfor’tasyoube."

           "Idon’tmindowningthatIexpectedit,"saidOak,frankly."Indeed,Ihopedfortheplace.Atthesametime,MissEverdenehasarighttobeherownbailyifshechoose—andtokeepmedowntobeacommonshepherdonly."Oakdrewaslowbreath,lookedsadlyintothebrightashpit,andseemedlostinthoughtsnotofthemosthopefulhue.

           Thegenialwarmthofthefirenowbegantostimulatethenearlylifelesslambstobleatandmovetheirlimbsbrisklyuponthehay,andtorecognizeforthefirsttimethefactthattheywereborn.Theirnoiseincreasedtoachorusofbaas,uponwhichOakpulledthemilk-canfrombeforethefire,andtakingasmalltea-potfromthepocketofhissmock-frock,filleditwithmilk,andtaughtthoseofthehelplesscreatureswhichwerenottoberestoredtotheirdamshowtodrinkfromthespout—atricktheyacquiredwithastonishingaptitude.

           "Andshedon’tevenletyehavetheskinsofthedeadlambs,Ihear?"resumedJosephPoorgrass,hiseyeslingeringontheoperationsofOakwiththenecessarymelancholy.

           "Idon’thavethem,"saidGabriel.

           "Yebeverybadlyused,shepherd,"hazardedJosephagain,inthehopeofgettingOakasanallyinlamentationafterall."Ithinkshe’stookagainstye—thatIdo.

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