"Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity," replied Terence. She had made a bed for herself out of wood and furs. ’ ‘Merci,’ she sighed and, surrendering at last to his oft-proffered aid, allowed her head to droop onto his chest. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. “Yeah, I’ve heard that story.
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