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What a good, and true, and beautiful mother you would make for a boy-child!" The shooting of the door-hasp seemed to let go the flood-gates of her heart. There was the great longing of her heart to bear a boy-child. "For joy that a man is born into the world" seemed vaguely ringing in her ears.
But she would soon find out, and would keep near the bed till she felt confidence.... Oh yes they would be all right! The door-hasp shrieked like a mandrake as door-hasps do, in silence but waked no one, apparently. There was the kitchen-door at the end of the brick-paved lobby, letting through dawn's first decision about the beginning of the day.
Reaching the stables, I paused with my hand on the door-hasp, listening to the hiss, hissing that told me Adam, the groom, was already at work within. As I entered he looked up from the saddle he was polishing and touched his forehead with a grimy forefinger. "You be early abroad, Mr. Peter." "Yes," said I. "I wish to be on Shooter's Hill at sunrise; but first I came to say 'good-by' to 'Wings."
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