If only this child were his: what good times they would have together! The thought passed on, but it left a little ache in his heart. One day it was gone. "I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street. Charcoal. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full.
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