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picture of the last supper 'Mr. John died yesterday was a week, at his chambers in London.'
'Mr. John?'
'Yes.'
'And how does his mother bear it?'
'Why, you see, Miss Eyre, it is not a common mishap: his life has
been very wild: these last three years he gave himself up to strange
ways, and his death was shocking.'
'I heard from Bessie he was not doing well.'
'Doing well! He could not do worse: he ruined his health and his
estate amongst the worst men and the worst women. He got into debt and
into jail: his mother helped him out twice, but as soon as he was free
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he returned to his old companions and habits. His head was not strong:
the knaves he lived amongst fooled him beyond anything I ever heard.
He came down to Gateshead about three weeks ago and wanted missis to
give up all to him. Missis refused: her means have long been much
reduced by his extravagance; so he went back again, and the next
news was that he was dead. How he died, God knows!- they say he killed
himself.'
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