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His face was white. John’s father piped up, bored with the conversation, and asked, “Where do you get your blue eyes, Lucy? What nationality are you?” “I’m mostly Italian, but I get my blue eyes from my mother, who was Gypsy. Maggot. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. The doctor smoked his pipe thoughtfully. She was alone, and the mask of her unchanging high spirits was for the moment laid aside.
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