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Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here. Always as black and bitter as gall. If Martha knew all, she would certainly die of shock. "I'll see him fettered myself. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea. He waited. ‘But I have told you.
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