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"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. ” He paused, with his eyes studying her gravely. Kneebone and Mr. His food lay untouched about his plate. He stood back and held her shoulders. Look here. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy.
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