” “Why did you tell me? I thought—I thought we were going to be friends. “I wrote it for you. " "It matters not who I am," replied Jonathan, taking the money. “I am afraid—I really think that one of us ought to go with you,” he said. . His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop.
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