If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. "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. And I’d do it again for you if needs be. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. But, be like a son to her.
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