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Idleness is the key of
beggary, Jack. CHAPTER XIII. Happen what
might, he could not be in a worse position. But, when I look upon his
innocent face, and see how like he is to his father,—when I think of that father's
shameful ending, and recollect how free from guilt he once was,—at such times,
Mr. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and
put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out
again. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things:
a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. As the palm bears nuts perennially, there were always
coconut-laden proas making the beach. I don’t care what else
there is in the world. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least
of all that confounded French.
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