" "Well, well, I'm not within a minute," rejoined the turnkey. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. gutenberg. " "I'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself.
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