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But if I were dying of thirst, in a desert, I would not accept a cup of water at her hands. 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. The knowledge breathed into her heart a satisfying warmth. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. ” And Ann Veronica’s face was hot.
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