” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. If I had been your companion only, and not your master, I might very well have been content to accept you for what you seem.
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