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10867	Various	The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 13, November, 1858 A Magazine of Literature, Art, and Politics			.txt	text/plain	84126	4714	76	prisoner, father of Elizabeth,--loving man, whichever way you looked Shall I tell _you_ how many times, when the weary days have come to I will speak then as God's servants spoke of old,--trusting in Him. If the man will not hear me, then I will conduct you to Foray. was near closing-time; Miss Wimple said, "Now, Simon, _will_ you go?" Miss Wimple snatched away her hand:--"Now go, or never come again!" Not another word said Miss Wimple,--asked no question, uttered no "Madeline," said Miss Wimple, "look at me! know all about it,--'little Miss Wimple,' of course; and this shall "Miss Wimple," said Madeline, "I have addressed myself to your heart, "And now, my poor Madeline," said Miss Wimple, "we will speak no Hope and Love that Miss Wimple let fall, unstudied, from the heart, (Miss Wimple had written: "Let us know this poor lady as 'Mrs. Morris,' Madeline received Miss Wimple's extraordinary good news with the	./cache/10867.txt	./txt/10867.txt