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My little Mary. She is gone away to play; she will look at the crowd from the coach-window, and already she thinks no more of the "Gentleman. " Perhaps I may still have time to write a few pages for her, so that she may read them hereafter, and weep, in fifteen years hence, the sorrows of to-day. Yes, she shall know my history from myself, and why the name I leave her is tarnished.