“I’ll be a double distilled saint.” “I can’t bear saints. Just be a simple, honest, respectable boy, and we’ll never desert you. I don’t know what I should do if you acted like Mr. King’s son. He had plenty of money, but didn’t know how to spend it, and got tipsy and gambled, and ran away, and forged his father’s name, I believe, and was altogether horrid.” “You think I’m likely to do the same? Much obliged.” “No, I don’t—oh, dear, no!—but I hear people talking about money being such a temptation, and I sometimes w…
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