The world may go on just as it's always done, and take everything from me- loved ones, property, everything- but it can't take that. Some day I'll lie down in it and forget it all, and my poor broken heart will be at rest." He went on a-wiping.
? ? ? ? "Drot your pore broken heart," says the baldhead; "what are you heaving your pore broken heart at us f'r? We hain't done nothing."
? ? ? ? "No, I know you haven't. I ain't blaming you, gentlemen. I brought myself down- yes, I did it myself. It's right I should suffer- perfectly right- I don't make any moan."
? ? ? ? "Brought you down from whar? Whar was you brought down from?"
? ? ? ? "Ah, you would not believe me; the world never believes- let it pass- 'tis no matter. The secret of my birth-"
? ? ? ? "The secret of your birth? Do you mean to say-"
? ? ? ? "Gentlemen," says the young man, very solemn, "I will reveal it to you, for I feel I may have confidence in you. By rights I am a duke!"
? ? ? ? Jim's eyes bugged out when he heard that; and I reckon mine did, too.
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