"Come, come! my boy!--Mr. Francis, I will see you about this
to-morrow--I will call at your house.--Let me take you home, my
poor fellow. Come, my lad, come!"
The first time, for years, that he had entered Mr. Benson's
house, he came leading and comforting her son--and, for a moment,
he could not speak to his old friend, for the sympathy which
choked up his voice, and filled his eyes with tears.
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by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell
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