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For three years I was supremely happy. Before the first had quite spent its course, the call of a new life touched on Lucy and the great rapture of parentage came to us. It was a little son.
Oh! how I loved that little boy, and how proud I was of him, too! He was a bold and fearless little chap, and people said he was like me.