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My mother, I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. She calmed herself, breathing deeply. But the rise of the chest was quite perceptible now. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed. " "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. It was she who had come out from the flat only a few minutes before. His manner was deferential, even eager. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew to be like a disease, something to be cured. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. 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. " "Done!" cried the old sailor.
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