Chapter 46
For I carry some comfort, you see, he said. Taste that. Is it good? The water stood in Barnabys eyes as he coughed from the strength of the draught, and answered in the affirmative. Drink some more, said the blind man; dont be afraid of it. You dont taste anything like that, often, eh? Often! cried Barnaby. Never! Too poor? returned the blind man with a sigh. Ay. Thats bad. Your mother, poor soul, would be happier if she was richer, Barnaby. Why, so I tell herthe very thing I told her just before you came to-night, when all that gold was in the sky, said Barnaby, drawing his chair nearer to him, and looking eagerly in his face. Tell me. Is there any way of being rich, that I could find out? Any way! A hundred ways. Ay, ay? he returned. Do you say so? What are they?Nay, mother, its f
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