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⟨neighbour⟩, but old Wilson, my clerk, was so infirm, and I trust so well prepared, that there is no reason to be sorry for his death, I have been to pray ⟨by⟩ him, and he died while I staid.
I have always intended that you ⟨should⟩ succeed in his place; it is no great matter, but every little is something.
No great matter, Sir, cried the Shepherd, indeed it is a great thing to me; ⟨I⟩ will more than pay my rent. Blessed be God for all his goodness. Mary ⟨said⟩ nothing, but lifted up her eyes full ⟨of⟩ tears in silent gratitude.
O Sir, cried the Shepherd, how can ⟨I⟩ ever be thankful enough for such blessings? And will my poor Mary have a ⟨dry⟩ thatch over her head? and shall I be ⟨able⟩ to send for the doctor when I am ⟨likely⟩ to lose her? Indeed my cup runs over with blessings. I hope God will give me humility. Here he and Mary ⟨looked⟩ at each other and burst into ⟨tears⟩. The gentlemen saw their distress, and kindly walked out upon the ⟨little⟩ green before the door, that these
