‘Looks like it. "You've ruined my hopes. This young man, whose features, though rather plain and coarse, bore the strongest impress of genius, and who had a dark gray, penetrating eye, so quick in its glances that it seemed to survey twenty objects at once, and yet only to fasten upon one, bore the honoured name of William Hogarth. “Queer letters he writes,” she said. Marriage!—and no woman by to tell the child what it was! The shocks and disillusions she would have to meet unsuspectingly—and bitterly. "And I'll bet a doughnut that boy in his soul is crazy to have it over with. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now. Her nurse says she may live some time; but she seems to me to be sinking fast. "Where did you get this from?" asked Wild, greatly surprised at the result of his investigation. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. I know all.
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