“I have not the least idea who he is. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. "How, Sir?" "Except by adoption. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. "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. And I have wanted to so very much. He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground.
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