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It has something to do with this child of yours!" Mr.Colt, looking down from his great height, saw the invalid's face contracted by a sharp spasm, noted that his thin hands gripped upon the arms of the chair so tightly that the finger-nails whitened, and smiled to himself.

Here was plain sailing.
"I know more than you guessed, eh?
Well, now, why not tell me the whole truth ?" Brother Bonaday gazed up as if appealing for mercy, but shook his head.
"I cannot, sir." "Come, come--as to a friend, if you won't as to a priest?
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