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Anna Gordon held her child to her breast, but she grieved while it drank, because of her man who had longed so much for a son. And seeing her grief, Sir Philip hid his chagrin, and he fondled the baby and examined its fingers.
"What a hand! " he would say. "Why it's actually got nails on all its ten fingers: little, perfect, pink nails!"