1
At length my child was born-mypoor worse than fatherless child.
2
Marie B'rard wished to disembarrass herself of her fatherless child.
3
Come, put your arms around my neck, and kiss me, my lovely fatherless child!
4
How should he meet her- awidowin her father's house-orlook at her fatherless child?
5
Every fatherless child has a hole in his or her soul in the shape of their father.
6
Those of rich parents were eagerly spoken for, but no one would care for the little fatherless child.
7
And the factors have laughed, and the rivermen taunted her with being the mother of a fatherless child!
8
I am inclined to be a warm friend to her, Ned; for I know how to feel for a fatherless child.
9
When I looked up again, he had wandered on, to some other address, some other widowed wife, some other fatherless child.
10
What a strange antithesis appeared this name beside the presence of the childless father, the fatherless child, and the mateless woman!
11
Tears came to her aching eyes at the sight of the happy, fatherless child; the hard Breton heart was touched at last.
12
All honour to those great hearts who, from their high stations, send down bounty to the widow and to the fatherless child.
13
Nearly killing a fatherless child like that, because he was not as bad as they were, and telling falsehoods about it too!
14
The ravaged tome, the blood-stained hearth, and the burning roof for me-thefated nuptials, the murdered bridegroom, and the fatherless child for you.
15
All had been a scheme laid amongst them for defrauding her poor fatherless child, driving him away, and taking up this beggarly brat.
16
The ten-year-old fatherless child said to his mother, "I shall make Pontito again for you, I shall create it again for you."
