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My only love is for my poor lost son. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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