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" And, committing Thames to the care of the watchman, he darted after the fugitive. 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. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. 87 “They’re amazing. One cannot expect that soldiers can be sympathique to one they believe may be a French spy. She lay and nibbled at a sprig of dwarf rhododendron.
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