Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. “How old are you?\" He looked at her engagingly. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts.
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