Geoffrey's Victory by Mrs Georgie Sheldon — page 68: what you’re looking at

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64 MARGERY, Geoffrey, and tell me what became of Jack after he gave you that dreadful blow and then ran away with you when he left me for dead, so many years ago.” “What under the sun is the old creature talking about?” murmured Everet, with a perplexed look. “T’d readily forgive him for the hurt that he gave me,” the woman went on, unheeding him, ‘‘and overlook the past, if I could only set eyes on him once more and feel that I wasn’t all alone in the world in my old age; it’s hard not to havea single soul to care for you. Sure, I can’t see how you could forget Margery, when you were so fond of her in those old days.” ‘“‘T tell you my name isnot Geoffrey,” repeated Maple- son. “You are thinking of some one else. I do not know anything about Jack, or his striking anybody, and then running away, and [I never saw you until this mo- ment.” The poor woman was weeping now, and moaning ina low, heart-broken way that made the young man pity her, in spite of his irr itability. “You must have forgotten,” she responded, wiping her fast falling tears. “Perhaps the cruel blow Jack gave you hurt your memory—and whatever could he have done with you after he took you away from the old home that night? It breaks my heart that -you don’t know me, dearie, for I served your poor mother so faithfully when you were a wee baby. She was the sweetest little body that the sun ever shone on—so gentle, and kind, too, with a face like a lily and eyes as blue as heaven. Poor boy! You never realized your loss when she died, for Margery promised to care for you as if you were her very own, and she did. You were the pride of my heart during all those five blessed years.” “You have made a mistake, my good woman,” Everet said, more gently, for her grief and pathetic rambling touched him. = He believed that he had run across an old nurse of Geoffrey Huntress, for he remembered now that he had said he lost his parents when very young, and he did not wonder that she had mistaken him for her former nurs- lin But it angered him so to talk of his enemy that he would not take the trouble to tell her anything about him, and he never dreamed how near he was to discovering what had been a sealed mystery for many long years. ‘* My name is Everet,” he went on, ‘“‘and my mother is comicoookks.€