But he only went home again to Paddington. And as he gave back the portfolio to Sir Rowland he contrived, unobserved, to slip the precious document into his sleeve, and from thence into his pocket. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. His kisses drew deeper, he started unlacing her dress.
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