“You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you. “Had he better have a nurse? I will be responsible for anything of that sort. “I can get you,” Mr. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allys does me good.
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