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Charles Hooton Colin Clink, Volume 2 (of 3)

Fanny was silent; but she still beheld, as in a vivid picture, the corpse-like figure of the lawyer sitting up in bed, its glazed eyes upon her, and its finger pointing towards that man. She heard the rattle of its horny tongue as it articulated those last words, “In his madhouse!—his madhouse!” And she thought of the words of Colin's mother, which had been told to her only a few hours previously, that dying people always speak the truth. But, was he dying? “Is he dead?” asked she.
“My dear,” answered Rowel, “do not alarm yourself: but he is dead.”
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Charles Hooton Colin Clink, Volume 2 (of 3)

I her father! She my daughter!” He strove to wrench his arms free to clasp her to his bosom, but again he could not.
“Take her away, Robson,” said Mrs. Rowel. “What does all this mean? Take her away!—take her away!”
And Fanny was carried back by the strong man to the room into which she had at first been introduced; while James Woodruff remained standing upon that spot, gazing on that ground where his child had laid, as though the great world contained in it no other place which, even to him, deserved for a moment to be looked upon.
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Charles Hooton Colin Clink, Volume 2 (of 3)

He scarcely knew what he said, but faltered out, “Who, sir, has dared to say anything to my mother's dishonour, or to bring her into any disgrace?”
The old man tapped him with serious significance on the shoulder as he replied, “Your father, my boy,—your father!”
“How!” exclaimed the young man in a tone of deep excitement: “who is he? for I never knew who was my father.”
“You!” replied Jerry bitterly, “ought never to have been born!”
“What can you mean, man, by all this?” demanded Colin.
“I tell you,” answered the old man, “your father is a villain, and you—you are—but never mind.
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