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just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has but an instant fled to heaven, and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.
"Not now," said the Jew, turning softly, away. "To-morrow. To-morrow."
END OF THE FIRST VOLUME.
LONDON:
PRINTED BY SAMUEL BENTLEY.
Dorset Street, Fleet Street.
