” He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. “But I still think of my old foster brothers and sisters. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. " "You hear, my son," said the widow eagerly. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton.
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