I hope you won’t think less of me, you’ve treated me so well. Die game. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood.
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