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"Will I return!" replied the Unknown: "Oh! if ever you should

refuse to see me, I would remain at your door as a beggar. I must

talk to you, I must hear you, I must see you, I cannot do without

you!"

Frederick took his hand, and pressing it affectionately, said,

"Do us the favour, then, the curate of the village and myself, to

dine with us; I shall expect you. In the mean time, whilst you

are gathering the first fruits of repentance and compassion, I

will go and offer supplications and thanksgivings to God with the

people."