That's awful.

What an unnatural old villain!" "He got it into his head at last, George, that you weren't his son at all." "The lunatic!--and what put that into his head ?" "He knew you weren't his wife's son, you see, and he had heard some stories about me before I came to live with him, and so, at the last, he took to saying he'd nought to do with you." "Then you mean to say----" "That you are my boy," she said, "my own boy.

Why, lad, who but thy own mother would a' done for thee what I have?
And thou never thinking of it all these years! Blind lad!" "Good God!" said George.

"And if I had only known that before, how differently I'd have gone on.

How I'd have sneaked and truckled, and fetched and carried for him! Bah, it's enough to drive one mad.