Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. I would like you to believe that the decision I have arrived at—to stay away—is wholly and entirely to save you pain. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. CHAPTER I. ” She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained for a long time in silence. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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