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"Yes?"

She tried to smile; then spread her handkerchief on her knee, and

folded it over and over with elaborate self-control "Dr King

thinks--I ought not to have hi's exact words drove the color out of her face "He

says he ive David to asp;--"I a him up" She trembled with relief; the worst was over She had

kept her proht for her

child: "You will let me have him? You will!--Please say you will, Dr

Lavendar!"

"Why does Dr King think you are not to be trusted?" said Dr

Lavendar

"Because," she said, gathering up all her courage, "he thinks that I--

that David ought to be brought up by soious, I

suppose, than I aood as

everybody in Old Chester; but I will bring him up just as you want o to church regularly;

truly I will, Dr Lavendar; truly!"

Dr Lavendar was silent The lurate suddenly split