Capitolo 11
all of my life is deceived."
"I make the affirmation on the authority of Your father--I should say me, on
my brother's authority."
"You/he/she can try him/it, the Mr. Roscoe?"
"I am able. I will put to the moment in Your hands a letter, writes me from
my brother of the months since that he/she explains the whole matter. To
however, You safe anxiety that I will recapitulate. Where you were
been born?"
"In California."
"Probably that is true. It was there that my brother found her."
"Do you find me?"
"Perhaps that is not the word. My brother and his/her wife were boarding
in Sacrament in the winter of 1859. In the same house of boarding it was
a widow, with a child of some old of months. You is that child. His/her
mother suddenly died, and you/he/she verified that she didn't leave anything.
His/her child, therefore you/he/she had gone away needy. It was a fine, while promising
boy--gives me credit for the compliment--and my brother, having anybody
children of his really, it proposed to his/her wife to adopt him/it. You were affectionate
of children, and it quickly consented. Any formality was necessary,
for there anybody it was to ask her/it. You immediately was picked up reigning
from my brother and his/her wife, therefore and very soon they came
repute him/it with as a lot of affection as if You pits their his/her own child.
They wished Them him to consider them Your true parents, and to You the
secret was never made known, neither it was it known to the world. When my
brother returned to this State, three years later, none of his
friends doubted that the small Hector was his/her his/her own boy.
"When you are six years old Your dead mother--or, my brother
wife. All the more, perhaps because he was left alone, my brother
it was tied up to you, and, I think, he came to love her/it as much as
if You pits his/her his/her own child."
"I think him it did", said Hector, with emotion. "It was never there a
kinder father, more indulgent."
"Still he was not Your father", Allan Roscoe says with acute
emphasis.
"Then you say, the Mr. Roscoe."
"Then my brother tells in his/her letter me."