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(Takes up the letter and reads.) "Unfortunate brother," A pleasant beginning! "I am sorry to inform you, that you have nothing more to hope for.—Your father says, you may go wherever your evil genius shall direct you:—He gives you up to perdition. He bids me tell you, that though you were to come in tears, and cling to his knees, you need not hope for pardon;—that you may expect a dungeon of the castle for your apartment, and bread and water for your sustenance, till your bristly hairs shall outgrow the feathers of an eagle, and your nails the claws of a vulture. These are his very words.—He orders me to stop here,—to bid you an eternal adieu.—I pity you from my soul."

There's a pretty, sweet, little brother for you!—And this vermin is called Francis?

(Sneaking forwards.) Bread and water, was that the word?—A fine life indeed! No, I shall