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"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. "Good gracious! so I do," exclaimed his amiable consort. “Splendid it must be to be a composer. ” “And I,” Brendon said, humbly, “although I am afraid there is no chance for me, my errand was the same. “You are in a private room of St. We shall expect you to tell us all what to wear. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. Better get a dress. “I meant to say good-bye to you to-night. Spurling had retired for the night. She might even forgive him. Ask your own conscience. ’ Gerald unfolded his arms and threw his hands in the air. Looked all over that dratted convent of yours—or at least Trodger and the men did so—but no sign of them.
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