I know my son's voice too well. "What's that?—Jack's voice!" "It is," replied her son. “She means to go. "What!" she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—"I advised you to burthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm you ought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own expense, did I! I advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so far from getting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? I advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters; to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? I counselled all this, I suppose. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. “I suppose, Mr. And you’re as clean as fire.
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