Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. "He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. When I absorb a fact, my brain weighs the fact carefully and stores it away. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had.
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