My own boy from the Golden South Americas ! My own son ! Him that you fitted out , and sent away yourself ! Him that you were always such a friend to ! '' The Carrier advanced to seize him by the hand ; but , recoiling , as some feature in his face awakened a remembrance of the Deaf Man in the Cart , said : `` Edward ! Was it you ? '' `` Now tell him all ! '' cried Dot . `` Tell him all , Edward ; and do n't spare me , for nothing shall make me spare myself in his eyes , ever again . '' `` I was the man , '' said Edward . `` And could you steal , disguised , into the house of your old friend ? '' rejoined the Carrier . `` There was a frank boy once -- how many years is it , Caleb , since we heard that he was dead , and had it proved , we thought ? -- who never would have done that . '' `` There was a generous friend of mine once ; more a father to me than a friend , '' said Edward ; `` who never would have judged me , or any other man , unheard . You were he . So I am certain you will hear me now . '' The Carrier , with a troubled glance at Dot , who still kept far away from him , replied , `` Well ! that 's but fair . I will . ''
`` You must know that when I left here a boy , '' said Edward , `` I was XXXXX love , and my love was returned .
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