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Andrea Cavalcanti.

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           "Sir!"exclaimedtheyoungman,quiteastounded,"Ihopenofalsereport"—

           "Asformyself,IfirstheardyouspokenofbymyfriendWilmore,thephilanthropist.Ibelievehefoundyouinsomeunpleasantposition,butdonotknowofwhatnature,forIdidnotask,notbeinginquisitive.Yourmisfortunesengagedhissympathies,soyouseeyoumusthavebeeninteresting.Hetoldmethathewasanxioustorestoreyoutothepositionwhichyouhadlost,andthathewouldseekyourfatheruntilhefoundhim.Hedidseek,andhasfoundhim,apparently,sinceheisherenow;and,finally,myfriendapprisedmeofyourcoming,andgavemeafewotherinstructionsrelativetoyourfuturefortune.IamquiteawarethatmyfriendWilmoreispeculiar,butheissincere,andasrichasagold-mine,consequently,hemayindulgehiseccentricitieswithoutanyfearoftheirruininghim,andIhavepromisedtoadheretohisinstructions.Now,sir,praydonotbeoffendedatthequestionIamabouttoputtoyou,asitcomesinthewayofmydutyasyourpatron.Iwouldwishtoknowifthemisfortuneswhichhavehappenedtoyoumisfortunesentirelybeyondyourcontrol,andwhichinnodegreediminishmyregardforyouIwouldwishtoknowiftheyhavenot,insomemeasure,contributedtorenderyouastrangertotheworldinwhichyourfortuneandyournameentitleyoutomakeaconspicuousfigure?"

           "Sir,"returnedtheyoungman,withareassuranceofmanner,"makeyourmindeasyonthisscore.

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