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Adrift in New York Tom and Florence Braving the World

Creator: Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899
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"Oh, no, you won't." "And why not, may I ask?" said Curtis, with a feeling of uneasiness for which he could not account. "Why not? Because, in that case, I should seek an interview with your uncle, and tell him----" "What?" "That his son still lives; and that I can restore him to his----" The face of Curtis Waring blanched; he staggered as if he had been struck; and he cried out, hoarsely: "It is a lie!" "It is the truth, begging your pardon. Do you mind my smoking?" and he coolly produced a common clay pipe, filled and lighted it. "Who are you?" asked Curtis, scanning the man's features with painful anxiety. "Have you forgotten Tim Bolton?"
The Bible, King James version, Book 55: 2 Timothy

Book 55 2 Timothy 55:001:001 Paul, an apostle of Jesus Christ by the will of God, according to the promise of life which is in Christ Jesus, 55:001:002 To Timothy, my dearly beloved son: Grace, mercy, and peace, from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord. 55:001:003 I thank God, whom I serve from my forefathers with pure conscience, that without ceasing I have remembrance of thee in my prayers night and day; 55:001:004 Greatly desiring to see thee, being mindful of thy tears, that I may be filled with joy; 55:001:005 When I call to remembrance the unfeigned faith that is in thee, which dwelt first in thy grandmother Lois, and thy mother Eunice; and I am persuaded that in thee also. 55:001:006 Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands.
"Are you Tim Bolton?" faltered Curtis. "Yes; but you don't seem glad to see me?" "I thought you were----" "In Australia. So I was three years since. Then I got homesick, and came back to New York." "You have been here three years?" "Yes," chuckled Bolton. "You didn't suspect it, did you?" "Where?" asked Curtis, in a hollow voice. "I keep a saloon on the Bowery. There's my card. Call around when convenient." Curtis was about to throw the card into the grate, but on second thought dropped it into his pocket. "And the boy?" he asked, slowly. "Is alive and well. He hasn't been starved. Though I dare say you wouldn't have grieved if he had."