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ture. But let me wipe his tears before I leave him, and cover him up close for repose. (Wiping his eyes with her pocket handkerchief, and going to arrange the shawl.) Bless me! what a covering is this for my darling! (Pulling it off, and taking a fine Indian shawl from her shoulders, which she spreads over him.) This is more worthy to enfold such a being; this will keep him better from the cold.—Sweet rest to you, my pretty Hugh! I must tear myself away.
[Curtsies slightly to Miss Frankland, and hurries off.

MRS. BROWN.

She has left him a good shawl, howsomever; it will put a mint of money into his purse, when he has wit enough to dispose of it.

MISS FRANKLAND.

You must not reckon upon that too securely.

Re-enter Lady Worrymore, and beckons Mrs. Brown, who goes to her apart.

LADY WORRYMORE (aside to Mrs. Brown).

You need take no trouble about the shawl, you know; for my servant will call for it tomorrow. [Exit hastily.

MISS FRANKLAND.

Call for it to-morrow! The shawl, I suppose?