My only love is for my poor lost son. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. "I yield to fate. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. " "Pray, let me have a pinch!" said Edgeworth Bess, with a captivating glance. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging.
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