"It is your son. You wore a blue dress with your hair unbound, and never had I seen a maid so glorious with eyes so blue or a smile so bright. Her faithful servant struggled, with her assistance, to rise. ‘Unheard of, ain’t it? To tell the truth, I half expected him to leave everything to one of his doxies. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. She just sat and told me that was her arrangement. His tone was rough, almost threatening.
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