”
“Well, I have two,” said Mr. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?"
"Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. ”
“Of how beautiful my children would be?” He
finished her sentence. “His love-making,” she remarked, “struck me as unconvincing. He scratched his upper lip reflectively. And yet—I love you. "
"All right; and thank you. One with the appearance of a
bald little gnome yawned agonizingly. Love stories! It was of negligible importance that
these books were bound in paper; Romance lay unalterably within. She is like some character out of Phra the
Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. Only of course I must begin
something else at once. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace
left of your adopted son?"
"God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?"
"Surely," screamed Mrs. "The ceiling is breaking! the floor is opening! he is coming to me!" cried the
unhappy woman.
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