I'm about to ring for supper. "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. The ladies can't sleep in their beds for him; and as to the men, they daren't go to bed at all.
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