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Once more I took off my handkerchief - once more I thought of the cakes of bread in the little shop. He looked quite a gentleman, and I believe he was your father's brother. Humility, Jane, said he, is the groundwork of Christian virtues: you say right that you are not fit for the work. I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned - I wrung my hands - I wept in utter anguish.