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. But let me wipe his tears before I leave him, and cover him up close for repose. (Wiping his eyes with her pocket handkerchief, and going to arrange the shawl.) Bless me! what a covering is this for my darling! (Pulling it off, and taking a fine Indian shawl from her shoulders, which she spreads over him.) This is more worthy to enfold such a being; this will keep him better from the cold.—Sweet rest to you, my pretty Hugh! I must tear myself away. [Curtsies slightly to, and hurries off.

She has left him a good shawl, howsomever; it will put a mint of money into his purse, when he has wit enough to dispose of it.

You must not reckon upon that too securely.

You need take no trouble about the shawl, you know; for my servant will call for it tomorrow. [Exit hastily.

Call for it to-morrow! The shawl, I suppose?