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"It goes to my 'eart," said Mrs. Spires, "it do indeed, but, Lord, it is the best that could 'appen to 'em; who's to care for 'em? and there is 'undreds and 'undreds of them--ay, thousands and thousands every year--and they all dies like the early shoots. It is 'ard, very 'ard, poor little dears, but they is best out of the way--they is only an expense and a disgrace."