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George, ... my little George, ... my dear little George ... But he suddenly remembered what Julie had said! ... Yes! she had said that he was Limousin's child... Oh! It could not be possible, surely! He could not believe it, could not doubt, even for a moment, that he was his own child. It was one of those low scandals which spring from servants' brains! And he repeated:
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George ... my dear little George.
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George! ... Oh! my little George! ... But suddenly he thought,
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Suppose he were to resemble Limousin, ... after all!