You must live for me. ‘I’m only a poor country wench, child. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know. As to his mother, I've no pity for her. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him.
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