If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. But, in spite of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds past which they were driving. “Could you play ‘Fiddler on the Roof’?” father Thomas pleaded. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but it soon wears off. “Don’t you get it, Lucy? I’ve always thought he was an idiot.
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