The chair is in the veranda. “I will take a carriage,” she said, “and fetch my things. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. “Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. He was—a millionaire. His glasses were gone.
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