"Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. You do not know him. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself. ‘When you’re my age, you’ll be just as hardheaded. He couldn't be in better hands than those in which he has placed himself. She lifted her shoulders in an eloquent shrug. In a moment they were in the street outside. Perhaps I am still mad. I saw him ride away with that other fellow.
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