The carpenter well knew from the obstacle which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not have passed through the same lock as himself. She did not learn the kind of looks she had been bestowing upon him at a convent. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. Don’t stand gawping, man. . "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.
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