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“Your name and address in his pocket was no delusion,” he said sharply. "Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. Suddenly a half stifled exclamation broke from Anna’s lips. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. My mother died the day I was born; that’s what they tell me.
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