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 The troubles I have gone thro’!” Then he turn'd His face and pass'd — unhappy that I am! But now, sir, let me have my boy, for you Will make him hard, and he will learn to slight His father's memory; and take Dora back, And let all this be as it was before.’ So Mary said, and Dora hid her face By Mary. There was silence in the room;

And all at once the old man burst in sobs; ‘I have been to blame — to blame. I have kill'd my son. I have kill'd him — but I loved him — my dear son. May God forgive me! — I have been to blame. Kiss me, my children.’ Then they clung about The old man's neck, and kiss'd him many times, And all the man was broken with remorse ; And all his love came back a hundred fold; And for three hours he sobb'd o'er William's child Thinking of William.