The audience clapped more heartily. 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. I believe it amused him. Her knees shook, her breath came fast, she almost felt the lurid effect of those tiny patches of rouge upon her pallor-stricken cheeks. When he beheld Jack he uttered a deep groan. " "Well, Sir," gasped Mrs. We shall become a prey to the Philistines, and must turn honest in self-defence. "Yes, your son, Madam. " "What a strange history is mine!" said Thames. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said. Good night. Now, do what you please. The Ferringhalls are of course without any pretence at family, but Sir John is a very rich man, and will be able to give Annabel a very enviable position in the world. Then he stepped briskly to his feet and bent over the wounded man. “All the time he is shouting and muttering.
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