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I ought never to have thought of it. " "As you please, Sir,—provided you don't let him off. 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. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. ‘I’m following a scent. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. ’ ‘How do I know that?’ demanded Jack.
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