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"Now, my on love," she whispered, "you are ot 'ee at last, although for her you died But

I--whenever I get up I'll think of 'ee, and whenever I lie down I'll

think of 'ee Whenever I plant the young larches I'll think that none

can plant as you planted; and whenever I split a gad, and whenever I

turn the cider-wring, I'll say none could do it like you If ever I

forget your naet hoet 'ee; for you was a GOOD s!"