A man’s children nowadays are not his own. ” He shook his head. ” His eyes were closed. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. Now there is none. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now.
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