Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. "Any price was better than your head. ’ She eyed him. She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him now. She almost sprang to her feet. "Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father," interposed Thames.
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