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“Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. “My dear Anna,” he answered. 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. But I shan’t try to stop you. . And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. It was convenient for Father Saint-Simon, who could enter this way and prepare in the little room before going up the narrow stair to the chapel above where the nuns waited. "I have been very unhappy. “I think I ought to have one.
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