“what are you heaving your pore broken heart at us f’r? We hain’t done nothing.”

“No, I know you haven’t. I ain’t blaming you, gentlemen. I brought myself down — yes, I did it myself. It’s right I should suffer — perfectly right — I don’t make any moan.”

“Brought you down from whar?

Whar was you brought down from?”

“Ah, you would not believe me; the world never believes — let it pass — ’tis no matter. The secret of my birth — “

“The secret of your birth! Do you mean to say — “

“Gentlemen,” says the young man, very solemn,