Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. As Mrs. When she reflected that Mr. ” Courtlaw laughed hardly. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. How fortunate that she recognises the resemblance. "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. ” TRANSCRIBER'S NOTE: Typesetting and editing of the original book from which this e-text has been transcribed was inconsistent.
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