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See, my dear uncle.

Very like; ay, very like, indeed. Look up, my pretty child; look in my face steadily.—Would I could certainly know who was thy mother!—(Turns away from him, and then returns and looks at him again.)—Be whose child thou may, thou art a creature worth cherishing. Give me thy hand. (Takes his hand and examines it.) The very form of her fingers and nails; they were particular. (Staggers back and sinks again into his chair, quite overcome.)

My dear uncle, bear up cheerily. You see I have brought you what was well worth the bringing.

Thou hast indeed, dear Fanny; and for thy sake, were the resemblance less, he shall live as a child in my family, and be taken from his present way of life.