” “But how?” “I poured him out some port wine, and I said—let me see—oh, ‘You are going to be a grandfather!’” “Yes. He has had brain fever since, and, as you say, I am more like what you were then than you yourself are now. Rhea laughed and lunged for the broadsword that Sebastian had carelessly left lying on the ground. How to hold her, how to keep her at his side; this was the problem with which he struggled. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection.
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