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comes of your damnable Revolutionary tendencies Let me tell

you, Want is a hard master, and the world a bad place for one who

is et, sir, I shall never be without a friend"

"God knows it, boy," answered Sir Richard, and his hand fell and

rested for a moment upon my shoulder "Peter," said he, very

slowly and heavily, "I' old--and I shall never et very lonely and--lonely,

Peter" He stopped for a while, gazing away towards the green

slopes of distant Shooter's Hill "Oh, boy!" said he at last,

"won't you come to the Hall and helpI reached up and clasped his hand; it was the

hand which held his whip, and I noticed how tightly he gripped

the handle, and wondered

"Sir Richard," said I at last, "wherever I go I shall treasure

the recollection of this moment, but--"

"But, Peter?"

"But, sir--"

"Oh, dammit!" he exclaimed, and set spurs to his mare Yet once

he turned in his saddle to flourish his whip to ht