"I cannot part with him," replied the widow, bursting into tears; "indeed, indeed, I cannot. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. You hurt the child. He would repeat them innumerable times, and patiently Ruth would repeat her answers. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me.
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