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Wood could stand it no longer. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served. 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. ” Lucy put the back of her hand to Michelle’s forehead. ” “You have no right at all,” she answered coldly. But it wasn’t the harassment that bothered her. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope.
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