A spot of colour, brighter than any rouge, burned on her cheeks. ‘I doubt very much whether they are yours at all. Lucy knocked again. Fifty in advance. ” “Is it necessary,” he said, “for me to tell you——” “Stop, please,” she said firmly. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter.
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