James De Mille, The Cryptogram: A Novel
“ How is it that I find myself among those whom I hold most dear? Oh, my old friend! my savior! my benefactor! tell me, are you really a living being?" "Nothing shorter," replied Obed, solemnly, "to the best of my knowledge and belief, though at the present moment I feel inclined to doubt it." "My boy, give me your hand. Do I really hold it? Am I not dreaming?" "No, my dear old nurse. I am really alive, and you are alive, and I am really your boy--your Guy--though hang me if I understand all this!" "Zillah, my sweet child, give me your hand too. You have become reconciled to him, then. ”
