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ing in for a little while.
            It then, with an old broom it carries, softly sweeps the
         step and makes the archway clean. It does so very busily and
         trimly, looks in again a little while, and so departs.
            Jo, is it thou? Well, well! Though a rejected witness, who
         ‘can’t exactly say’ what will be done to him in greater hands
         than men’s, thou art not quite in outer darkness. There is
         something like a distant ray of light in thy muttered reason
         for this: ‘He wos wery good to me, he wos!’































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