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His statement was treated with derision. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. Lucy vomited onto the floor at the sight of her mother dying, the black spots expanding across her corpse. Ten thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of devastation. “Go on,” he said. 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.
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