Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. Michelle was on her like a fly, asking her questions about her past foster homes she did her best to avoid, pretending to be swamped every night with sudden reams of homework and unable to be reached by phone. "At all events, I've not done with you. I have only one question to ask you. Then there was also the horse. You don’t know what you’re saying, and I hope you never will. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. “Very,” said Mr.
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