"I'm your dupe no longer. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. It was a serene and charming evening, and twilight was gently stealing over the face of the country. Yes!" she screamed, "these are his father's features! It is—it is my son!" "Mother!" cried Thames; "are you, indeed, my mother?" "I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!" she sobbed, pressing him tenderly to her breast. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. Well, I'll take myself off. This is retribution. ” “I care as a man cares only once in his life,” he answered promptly.
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