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“Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. Mere formality. " With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the child, endeavoured to seize it. "Ah!" cried Wild, laying down his pen and looking up with a smile of satisfaction. " "You have heard my fixed determination, villain," cried Mrs. You are an artist by the Divine right of birth, but whatever form of expression may come to you at some time it will not be painting. ” She instructed him. She was weeping now. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son.
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