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The thoughtless boy rattled his baskets in time with hip 

 song, and behaved in a generally jolly and uproariou? 

 manner. 



The young man a person evidently possessed of some 

 brains and a fair education glanced keenly at the boy, and 

 then passed on. Turning a corner, he paused beneath a 

 tree, and involuntarily began to stir the gravel on the walk 

 with his heel. Lost in thought, he seemed to be undecided 

 as to what to do next. 



" It is unwor&y of her. I can hardly believe it. Yet 

 here is her brother, plainly exposing the matter to all the 

 village. Pshaw ! It is unworthy of me to think ill of 

 "her, or to care if these things are partly true." 



Grinding his heel into the gravel he turned and went the 

 other way. 



