" "Thames Ditton—is that your name?" "No," replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell—Thames Darrell. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. " "Liar!" ejaculated Thames. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. That for you!" And she snapped her fingers in his face. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. Rollo barked. Let us stay the night here.
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