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"And Burton, too!" Hannah suggested, as her father ceased speaking
without mentioning his son.
"Yes," he replied, rousing a little. "And Burton, my son; God bless him.
But he is not like you, Hannah, nor like Grey. He could not forgive as
you have; he will never forgive me. And yet he is very just, very good,
very respectable, and the Hon. Burton Jerrold, of Boston. Tell him
good-by and God bless him from me, the murderer!"
Those were the last words he ever spoke, for though he lingered for some
hours it was in a kind of stupor, from which they could not rouse him.
Seeing that he could be of no further service, and remembering the
careful Martha, who, he knew, was sitting up for him, armed with
reproaches for the lateness of the hour, and various medicines as
preventives for the cold he was sure to have taken, Mr. Sanford
signified his intention to return home, and insisted that the boy Sam
should not be awakened to drive him there.
The storm had ceased, the moon had come out, and he greatly preferred
the walk, he said, even if the snow were deep.


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