The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, after his trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him with some degree of interest. Ownership seemed only a reasonable return for the cares and expenses of a daughter’s upbringing. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. Amid a litter of nails without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term "his right hand and his left. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. “But—your people!” she gasped. I know the Dutch.
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