’ It was the Press who forced the identity upon me. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi' the landlord, Joe Hind. God! I have cheated myself into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized —he lives!" "As yet," returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis. He died when I was. . "There he is!" cried Winifred, starting up, joyfully, and proving by the exclamation that her thoughts were dwelling upon one subject only. ” “Your husband,” he answered bluntly. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
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