"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. Here was an appalling fact: all her previous loneliness had been trifling beside that which now encompassed her and would for years to come. She thought of all sorts of odd and desperate expedients, and with passionate petulance rejected them all. " "I know; but …" "And sometimes you say out loud: 'That's great stuff!' I never make any sound. ” “The truth!” There was a brief but intense silence.
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