But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. ‘She wormed it out of me, the little fiend. ’ ‘Pottiswick, you mean, miss?’ ‘Yes, yes. He opened his eyes, protestingly, and beheld the realization of his dream. . They had not so far been of much personal interest to Gerald, but tonight was different. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered.
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