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I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. Now for it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. Are these folks your current foster parents?” “Yes.
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