What's this?" he added, stooping to pick up a piece of paper lying at his feet—it was Jonathan's memorandum. Celeste he knew. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. However, to cut a long matter short, my proposal's this: —I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. Pioneers all of them. Left alone, Jonathan lighted a lamp, and, opening the trap-door, descended the secret stairs.
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