‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. "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. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. "No," rejoined Thames, "I won't be treated like a common felon, if I can help it.
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