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The Wanderer

           Whenaman’swantedforroughsarviceinroughweather,he’stheer.Whenthere’sharddutytobedonewithdangerinit,hestepsfor’ardaforeallhismates.Andyethe’sasgentleasanychild.Thereain’tachildinYarmouththatdoen’tknowhim.’

           Hegatheredupthelettersthoughtfully,smoothingthemwithhishand;putthemintotheirlittlebundle;andplacedittenderlyinhisbreastagain.Thefacewasgonefromthedoor.Istillsawthesnowdriftingin;butnothingelsewasthere.

           ‘Well!’hesaid,lookingtohisbag,‘havingseenyoutonight,Mas’rDavy(andthatdoosmegood!),Ishallawaybetimestomorrowmorning.YouhaveseenwhatI’vegotheer’;puttinghishandonwherethelittlepacketlay;‘allthattroublesmeis,tothinkthatanyharmmightcometome,aforethatmoneywasgiveback.IfIwastodie,anditwaslost,orstole,orelsewaysmadeawaywith,anditwasneverknow’dbyhimbutwhatI’dtookit,Ibelievethet’otherwureldwouldn’tholdme!IbelieveImustcomeback!’

           Herose,andIrosetoo;wegraspedeachotherbythehandagain,beforegoingout.

           ‘I’dgotenthousandmile,’hesaid,‘I’dgotillIdroppeddead,tolaythatmoneydownaforehim.IfIdothat,andfindmyEm’ly,I’mcontent

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