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Cong. Ch. 29.95 Newington. Jedediah Deming, _for Tougaloo U._ 10.00
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Rosebud Indian M._ 25.00 Thomaston. Cong. Ch. 26.20 Thompson. Ladies of
Cong. Ch. and Soc., _for Conn. Ind'l Sch., Ga._ 23.00 Thompson. Cong.
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Hich the sense came to him as it were in the reverberation of the sound,
"Le miserable!" "You show little respect for the living," said Madame de
Bellegarde, "but at least respect the dead. Don't profane--don't
insult--the memory of my innocent son." "I speak the simple truth,"
Newman declared, "and I speak it for a purpose. I repeat it--distinctly.
Your son was utterly disgusted--your son apologized." Urbain de
Bellegarde was frowning portentously, and Newman supposed he was
frowning at poor Valentin's invidious image. Taken by surprise, his
scant affection for his brother had made a momentary concession to
dishonor. But not for an appreciable instant did his mother lower her
flag. "You are immensely mistaken, sir," she said. "My son was sometimes
light, but he was never indecent. He died faithful to his name." "You
simply misunderstood him," said the marquis, beginning to rally. "You
affirm the impossible!" "Oh, I don't care for poor Valentin's apology,"
said Newman. "It was far more painful than pleasant to me. This
atrocious thing was not his fault; he never hurt me, or any one else; he
was the soul of honor. But it shows how he took it." "If you wish to
prove that my poor brother, in his last mome