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Scour
and
scan
me
to
thy
content
,
my
good
old
Hugh
--
I
am
indeed
thy
old
Miles
,
thy
same
old
Miles
,
thy
lost
brother
,
is
'
t
not
so
?
Ah
,
'
tis
a
great
day
--
I
said
'
twas
a
great
day
!
Give
me
thy
hand
,
give
me
thy
cheek
--
lord
,
I
am
like
to
die
of
very
joy
!
"
He
was
about
to
throw
himself
upon
his
brother
;
but
Hugh
put
up
his
hand
in
dissent
,
then
dropped
his
chin
mournfully
upon
his
breast
,
saying
with
emotion
--
"
Ah
,
God
of
his
mercy
give
me
strength
to
bear
this
grievous
disappointment
!
"
Miles
,
amazed
,
could
not
speak
for
a
moment
;
then
he
found
his
tongue
,
and
cried
out
--
"
What
disappointment
?
Am
I
not
thy
brother
?
"
Hugh
shook
his
head
sadly
,
and
said
--
"
I
pray
heaven
it
may
prove
so
,
and
that
other
eyes
may
find
the
resemblances
that
are
hid
from
mine
.
Alack
,
I
fear
me
the
letter
spoke
but
too
truly
.
"
"
What
letter
?
"
"
One
that
came
from
over
sea
,
some
six
or
seven
years
ago
.
It
said
my
brother
died
in
battle
.
"
"
It
was
a
lie
!
Call
thy
father
--
he
will
know
me
.
"
