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In which the old Man launches forth into his favourite Theme, and relates a Story about a queer Clie

           Hepacedhurriedlytoandfro,strikinghisheadwithhisclenchedfists;thenreseatinghimselfbesideher,andsupportingherinhisarms,addedmorecalmly,"Rouseyourself,mydeargirl.Pray,praydo.Youwillreviveyet."

           ‘"Neveragain,George;neveragain,"saidthedyingwoman."Letthemlaymebymypoorboynow,butpromiseme,thatifeveryouleavethisdreadfulplace,andshouldgrowrich,youwillhaveusremovedtosomequietcountrychurchyard,along,longwayoffveryfarfromherewherewecanrestinpeace.DearGeorge,promisemeyouwill."

           ‘"Ido,Ido,"saidtheman,throwinghimselfpassionatelyonhiskneesbeforeher."Speaktome,Mary,anotherword;onelookbutone!"

           ‘Heceasedtospeak:forthearmthatclaspedhisneckgrewstiffandheavy.Adeepsighescapedfromthewastedformbeforehim;thelipsmoved,andasmileplayedupontheface;butthelipswerepallid,andthesmilefadedintoarigidandghastlystare.Hewasaloneintheworld.

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