There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. "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. She snatched about in her mind. ‘Oh, dearie me, I wish I’d never told you anything about it,’ lamented the nun, moving to the only chair the vestry possessed and sinking down into it. “You certainly got him in the bag. "'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. He only laughed his defiance. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. His natal burr was always in evidence when he was sentimentally affected. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular?" "Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. “I doubted my luck, at least. He never seemed to take full advantage while they were in his mammoth automobile. "I wonder if you will understand what this kindness means to me? I am so terribly wise—and so wofully ignorant!" CHAPTER XII The doctor shifted his books and magazines to the crook of his elbow. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. It wasn't worth while to invest imaginatively a man with evil projects simply because he was physically ugly.
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