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At last—I told a story. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. " "Winifred," said Mrs. "What did you do?" he asked, in a broken voice. 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. She had not anticipated such a response from her classmates, but knew to be drawing them with her self-consciousness as if they were bees to pollen. This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady, who made a false step on leaving your house. "Perhaps you don't know that this Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can assure you. " There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble groans. There was a young lad ahead of her. The thing is, Miss Charvill —’ ‘He told you my name?’ cut in Melusine, surprised.
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