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"That village a few miles off? Voice Reading
"And what is he?" Voice Reading
"He is a parson." Voice Reading
I remembered the answer of the old housekeeper at the parsonage, when I had asked to see the clergyman. "This, then, was his father's residence?" Voice Reading
"Aye; old Mr. Rivers lived here, and his father, and grandfather, and gurt (great) grandfather afore him." Voice Reading
"The name, then, of that gentleman, is Mr. St. John Rivers?" Voice Reading
"Aye; St. John is like his kirstened name." Voice Reading
"And his sisters are called Diana and Mary Rivers?" Voice Reading
"Their father is dead?" Voice Reading
"Dead three weeks sin' of a stroke." Voice Reading
"They have no mother?" Voice Reading
"The mistress has been dead this mony a year." Voice Reading
"Have you lived with the family long?" Voice Reading
"I've lived here thirty year. I nursed them all three." Voice Reading
"That proves you must have been an honest and faithful servant. I will say so much for you, though you have had the incivility to call me a beggar." Voice Reading
She again regarded me with a surprised stare. "I believe," she said, "I was quite mista'en in my thoughts of you: but there is so mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me." Voice Reading
"And though," I continued, rather severely, "you wished to turn me from the door, on a night when you should not have shut out a dog." Voice Reading
"Well, it was hard: but what can a body do? I thought more o' th' childer nor of mysel: poor things! They've like nobody to tak' care on 'em but me. I'm like to look sharpish." Voice Reading
I maintained a grave silence for some minutes. Voice Reading
"You munnut think too hardly of me," she again remarked. Voice Reading
"But I do think hardly of you," I said; "and I'll tell you why-not so much because you refused to give me shelter, or regarded me as an impostor, as because you just now made it a species of reproach that I had no 'brass' and no house. Voice Reading
Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime." Voice Reading
"No more I ought," said she: "Mr. St. John tells me so too; and I see I wor wrang-but I've clear a different notion on you now to what I had. You look a raight down dacent little crater." Voice Reading

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