And taking the keys, he departed on the errand. His gaze remained steady on the old dame’s face, as he thought about it. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. It’s like this: You want freedom. Don't suppose," she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, "that I would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father of such a boy as you. After that consolations fled. The prisoner was then thrust in by Quilt. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. I wanted to talk to you before when you first came to live here two years ago, but I never did.
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