" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. That could signify nothing except that the doctor had a friend down there somewhere, on an island in one of those archipelagoes. After all, it came to him suddenly as a harsh discovery that she might be in a sense regarded as grownup. Spurlock: 'tis Roundhead, sure enough. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. “No, no,” she cried.
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