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‘
Here
,
woman
,
’
he
said
,
‘
here
’
s
your
deaf
and
dumb
son
.
You
may
thank
me
for
restoring
him
to
you
.
He
was
brought
before
me
,
this
morning
,
charged
with
theft
;
and
with
any
other
boy
it
would
have
gone
hard
,
I
assure
you
.
But
,
as
I
had
compassion
on
his
infirmities
,
and
thought
he
might
have
learnt
no
better
,
I
have
managed
to
bring
him
back
to
you
.
Take
more
care
of
him
for
the
future
.
’
‘
And
won
’
t
you
give
me
back
my
son
!
’
said
the
other
woman
,
hastily
rising
and
confronting
him
.
‘
Won
’
t
you
give
me
back
my
son
,
Sir
,
who
was
transported
for
the
same
offence
!
’
‘
Was
he
deaf
and
dumb
,
woman
?
’
asked
the
gentleman
sternly
.
‘
Was
he
not
,
Sir
?
’
‘
You
know
he
was
not
.
’
‘
He
was
,
’
cried
the
woman
.
‘
He
was
deaf
,
dumb
,
and
blind
,
to
all
that
was
good
and
right
,
from
his
cradle
.
Her
boy
may
have
learnt
no
better
!
where
did
mine
learn
better
?
where
could
he
?
who
was
there
to
teach
him
better
,
or
where
was
it
to
be
learnt
?
’
‘
Peace
,
woman
,
’
said
the
gentleman
,
‘
your
boy
was
in
possession
of
all
his
senses
.
’
‘
He
was
,
’
cried
the
mother
;
‘
and
he
was
the
more
easy
to
be
led
astray
because
he
had
them
.
If
you
save
this
boy
because
he
may
not
know
right
from
wrong
,
why
did
you
not
save
mine
who
was
never
taught
the
difference
?
You
gentlemen
have
as
good
a
right
to
punish
her
boy
,
that
God
has
kept
in
ignorance
of
sound
and
speech
,
as
you
have
to
punish
mine
,
that
you
kept
in
ignorance
yourselves
.
How
many
of
the
girls
and
boys
—
ah
,
men
and
women
too
—
that
are
brought
before
you
and
you
don
’
t
pity
,
are
deaf
and
dumb
in
their
minds
,
and
go
wrong
in
that
state
,
and
are
punished
in
that
state
,
body
and
soul
,
while
you
gentlemen
are
quarrelling
among
yourselves
whether
they
ought
to
learn
this
or
that
?
—
Be
a
just
man
,
Sir
,
and
give
me
back
my
son
.
’
