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Horace, is this your nephew ?" "Judging from his looks, Louisa, he ought to be," said the stout man, gazing at the stranger with wide-eyed astonishment.
The Christian names of the couple acted like a galvanic battery on Curtis.

At first, he could hardly believe his ears, but some resemblance in the portly Curtis to his own father warned him that this night of nights had not yet exhausted its store of stupefying surprises.
"Why!" he exclaimed, smiling cheerfully, "you must be my uncle and aunt from Bloomington, Indiana!" "If you're John Delancy Curtis, that's our correct description," said Horace.
"Of course he is," chortled Mrs.Curtis.

"He's as like you the day I married you as two peas in a pod, and if our little Horace had been spared he would have been his living image.