In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. A man’s children nowadays are not his own. To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. I want to make my own selection.
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