His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black
seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would
have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. come. If he died, here in this hotel, who would
care? Or if she died, who would care?
A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of
trying to forget. "I shall breathe more freely
dere. "Bring him out, Quilt. "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. “I’ll
go. "Now, let's see who'll dare to take him down," she cried. "
"Mr. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken
the babe. What would he come as?
Presently she roused herself with a guilty start from the task of dressing and
re-dressing Mr.
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