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Twenty years ago it consisted of only one factory and about a dozen houses. TWENTY YEARS AGO IT CONSISTED OF ONLY ONE FACTORY AND ABOUT A DOZEN HOUSES
"It would rob the action of all its merit. If you give your money with the hope of having it restored to you, I beg you not to give it at all. I have abandoned all thoughts of having any money to spend to-morrow." "And not go to Boston?" "No." "What will your father say when you tell him you are not going? He will want to know the reason." "I will tell him day after to-morrow." "He will want to know to-morrow." "I can persuade him to wait. Shall we go over to-night, and give the money to Mrs. Weston?" "Yes; if you like." "Wait a moment, and I will go into the house and ask my father to let me stay out till nine o'clock this evening." Frank bounded lightly over the green lawn to his father's house, near which the conversation took place. Rippleton, the scene of my story, is a New England village, situated about ten miles from Boston. It is one of those thriving places which have sprung into existence in a moment, as it were, under the potent stimulus of a railroad and a water privilege. TENANCE I DON'T WANT HIM TO DO SO WHY NOT IT WOULD ROB THE ACTION OF ALL ITS MERIT IF YOU GIVE YOUR MONEY WITH THE HOPE OF HAVING IT RESTORED TO YOU I BEG YOU NOT TO GIVE IT AT ALL I HAVE ABANDONED ALL THOUGHTS OF HAVING ANY MONEY TO SPEND TO MORROW AND NOT GO TO BOSTON NO WHAT WILL YOUR FATHER SAY WHEN YOU TELL HIM YOU ARE NOT GOING HE WILL WANT TO KNOW THE REASON I WILL TELL HIM DAY AFTER TO MORROW HE WILL WANT TO KNOW TO MORROW I CAN PERSUADE HIM TO WAIT SHALL WE GO OVER TO NIGHT AND GIVE THE MONEY TO MISSUS WESTON YES IF YOU LIKE WAIT A MOMENT AND I WILL GO INTO THE HOUSE AND ASK MY FATHER TO LET ME STAY OUT TILL NINE O'CLOCK THIS EVENING FRANK BOUNDED LIGHTLY OVER THE GREEN LAWN TO HIS FATHER'S HOUSE NEAR WHICH THE CONVERSATION TOOK PLACE RIPPLETON THE SCENE OF MY STORY IS A NEW ENGLAND VILLAGE SITUATED ABOUT TEN MILES FROM BOSTON IT IS ONE OF THOSE THRIVING PLACES WHICH HAVE SPRUNG INTO EXISTENCE IN A MOMENT AS IT WERE UNDER THE POTENT STIMULUS OF A RAILROAD AND A WATER PRIVILEGE
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