" "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. He was as hard as a rock. "Where am I to take it to?" asked Sheppard.
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