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“With pleasure, sir. I am very glad that you feel better.”

“After all,” mused the old man, “it is pleasant to have human sympathy. I thought I was able to do without it, but I am more dependent than I supposed.”

They walked for half an hour. When they returned to the cabin, the hermit said:

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“And shall I speak of my arrangement with you, sir?”

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CHAPTER XII. GOOD LUCK AFTER MISFORTUNE.
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“Good morning, Mrs. Parker,” said the widow, cheerfully. “Take a chair, do.”

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“No, no; hasn’t he been home?”

“He is at the shoe-shop, of course.”

“No, he is not. He was discharged by Squire Collins this morning.”

“Discharged? What for?”

“Don’t you know? Some quarrel between Mark and James Collins, I believe.”

“I am glad he is not hurt.”

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“I have seen nothing of him since he started for the shop.”

“That’s strange.”

“Poor boy! I suppose he doesn’t like to tell me he is discharged,” sighed the widow. “It will be a serious thing for us, for I don’t know where else he will find work.”

“O, something will turn up,” said Mrs. Parker, who could bear the misfortunes of her neighbors very cheerfully. “But I must run home, or my dinner will be late.”

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