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Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Wizard Will, the Wonder Worker

I am a farmer, and live not far from here."
"My name is Will Raymond, sir."
"Raymond!" and the farmer started.
"Yes, sir."
"Where are you from?"
"New York, sir."
"Ah, me! Your name recalls the strange resemblance your face bears to one I once knew, and it is strange, indeed, that face and name should be so alike," and the farmer spoke in a voice that was full of sadness; but in an instant he continued in a different tone: "Well, Master Raymond, I am glad to be associated with you in this little affair, and you are the captain, so go ahead with your plan."
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Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Wizard Will, the Wonder Worker

Though he had several times seen Colonel Ivey in the street he had avoided him, as his mother had earnestly requested him to do, and the gallant soldier little dreamed that the name his eyes fell upon now and then in the papers as Wizard Will, was the one whose three-dollar gold-piece he had found on Thanksgiving morning, and still wore as a charm upon his watch-chain, while he deeply mourned for the woman he had learned to love, and the children who had crept into his heart as though they were his own flesh and blood.
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Portrait of Prentiss Ingraham Prentiss Ingraham Wizard Will, the Wonder Worker

Rossmore bowed his head with grief, just as a lady, whose locks were prematurely grey from sorrow and suspense, came out upon the piazza.
"Husband, I have heard all, and I believe at last that our boy, our little Willie, is dead," she said, and turning to Will, she greeted him most kindly, while she too was struck by the likeness of the young detective to her son.
"Have you parents, my boy, and a home, for gladly would I give you one," she said to Will.
"Yes, my noble boy, come to us and be our son," cried Mr. Rossmore.
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