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‘
"
Oh
,
dear
,
what
can
it
be
?
"
exclaimed
the
poor
widow
.
‘
"
Don
’
t
be
frightened
,
"
said
Tom
Smart
.
He
slowly
drew
forth
the
letter
,
and
unfolded
it
.
"
You
won
’
t
scream
?
"
said
Tom
doubtfully
.
‘
"
No
,
no
,
"
replied
the
widow
;
"
let
me
see
it
.
"
‘
"
You
won
’
t
go
fainting
away
,
or
any
of
that
nonsense
?
"
said
Tom
.
‘
"
No
,
no
,
"
returned
the
widow
hastily
.
‘
"
And
don
’
t
run
out
,
and
blow
him
up
,
"
said
Tom
;
"
because
I
’
ll
do
all
that
for
you
.
You
had
better
not
exert
yourself
.
"
‘
"
Well
,
well
,
"
said
the
widow
,
"
let
me
see
it
.
"
‘
"
I
will
,
"
replied
Tom
Smart
;
and
,
with
these
words
,
he
placed
the
letter
in
the
widow
’
s
hand
.
‘
Gentlemen
,
I
have
heard
my
uncle
say
,
that
Tom
Smart
said
the
widow
’
s
lamentations
when
she
heard
the
disclosure
would
have
pierced
a
heart
of
stone
.
Tom
was
certainly
very
tender
–
hearted
,
but
they
pierced
his
,
to
the
very
core
.
The
widow
rocked
herself
to
and
fro
,
and
wrung
her
hands
.
‘
"
Oh
,
the
deception
and
villainy
of
the
man
!
"
said
the
widow
.
