" "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. “Don’t you think I ought to?” she asked, very submissively. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. You keep on coming truer, after you have seemed to come altogether true.
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