III. At last—I told a story. The light disappeared. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. He turned, and beheld Winifred. There was only one idea in his head now—to batter and bruise and crush this weakling, then cast him at the feet of his love-lorn wife. ’ ‘Je m’en moque.
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