If there was ony two people goin' to heaven alive, you'll be wan o' them.

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That ye may never know want nor scant,--for the good heart that's batein' in ye, Mr Lea." We now went through some of the filthy alleys behind "Hardy Butts," till we came to the cottage of a poor widow and her two daughters.

The three were entirely dependent upon the usual grant of relief from the committee.