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36 Woe to that man to whom I owe my birth!

Here, Frank, run directly to yonder hamlet, inquire in the firt, econd, and third cottage for a poor ick woman—and if you really find uch a peron, give her this pure.

A mot extraordinary event!—and what a well-looking youth! omething in his countenance and addres which truck me inconceivably!—If it is true that he begged for his mother—But if he did——for the attempt upon my life, he mut die. Vice is never half o dangerous, as when it aumes the garb of morality.

Why am I o uneay; o peevih; who has offended me? I did not mean to come into this room. In the garden I intended to go [going, turns back]. No, I will not—yes, I will—jut go, and look if my auriculas are till in bloom; and if the apple tree is grown which Mr. Anhalt planted.—I feel very low-pirited—omething mut be the matter.—Why do I cry?—Am I not well?

Ah! good morning, my dear Sir—Mr. Anhalt, I meant to ay—I beg pardon.

Never mind, Mis Wildenhaim—I don’t dilike to hear you call me as you did.