But Ann Veronica had still to get to her chief topic. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. A small voice greeted her, hissing. "Have nine years so changed me, that there is no trace left of your adopted son?" "God bless me!" ejaculated the carpenter, rubbing his eyes, "can—can it be?" "Surely," screamed Mrs.
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