Father— dead. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. ‘Oh! little Vee!’ he cried, ‘little Vee!’ and put his face between his hands and sat still for a long time before he broke out again. ‘That is my mother. But then, because my papa had no money, you understand, he sent me to a convent. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. She was quite tired of the stream of visitors and heard with relief the words of her newfound great-aunt, addressed to her son’s butler.
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