He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. "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. Wood with the circumstances, and putting him upon his guard against the possibility of an attack. ‘I am saying so,’ protested Gerald mildly. Clergymen were human. She turned up dead after about eight weeks and it broke my heart. "What I do is for the best, and I can only hope she may have strength to bear the separation. " "No," answered the ruffian, moodily.
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