My only love is for my poor lost son. Won’t you let me—can’t I be of any assistance?” He was obviously in earnest. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. “I’ve been playing since I was five, Lucy! You’re just more talented than I am. Fast asleep, he is. ‘Least of all, one who takes advantage of another’s misfortune.
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