She drifted northward from the Strand, and came on some queer and dingy quarters. "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. ‘Coward,’ she threw at him, brandishing the sword. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister. "Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worth your while.
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