“We’re going to be found out someday. No one would ever know what happened to him. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. I have said good-bye to it all. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. “Mrs.
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