"You forgot your lunch," she said. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. "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.
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