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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. The smell of laundry detergent was noticeable, the bed sheets very tightly stretched across the bed, tucked in on three sides. ’ ‘I like that,’ Gerald protested. ‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. I don’t want you to be sad. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder. This was irregular.
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