"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. " "You would, if you had seen what I have. Anna’s face was half turned from him, but her expression, and the tone of her monosyllable puzzled him. Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. She moved forward almost indiscernibly, a millimeter. She addressed Capes as though she spoke to him alone. There's something queer about that young man; but we'll never be able to find out what it is.
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