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"No," that woman seemed to say with that terrified glance.
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"Don't come back and play your honest, hardworking mother.
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You are no longer like a son to me and like your father,
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my first husband,
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'ere this kindly Greek took pity on me."
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The proprietor was a Greek with hairy arms.
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"You are no good, inclined to drunkenness and routs
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and final disgraceful robbery of the fruits of my 'umble labors
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in the haberdashery.
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Oh, Son.
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Did you not ever go on your knees
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and pray for deliverance from all your sins and scoundrel's acts?