He turned. "I thought I heard a scream. . "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. He was conscious of a peculiar pleasure in sitting there and thinking of those few hours which already were becoming to assume a definite importance in his mind—a place curiously apart from those dry-as-dust images which had become the gods of his prosaic life. Now drop it.
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