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OF WILDFELL HALL.
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"Does he know better?"
"Perhaps he does; but that is nothing to you."
"If he doesn't, you ought to tell him, mamma."
"I have told him."
The little moralist paused and pondered. I tried in vain to divert his mind from the subject.
"I'm sorry papa's wicked," said he mournfully, at length, "for I don't want him to go to hell." And so saying he burst into tears.
I consoled him with the hope that perhaps his papa would alter and become good before he died—but is it not time to deliver him from such a parent?
