1. “Agreed,” he said, “certainly,” and drew a checkbook toward him. “The Holy Ghost! The Pope! My mother!” She squealed. " "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. “For luck. 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 conversation hung. “So you come from Anna, do you?” she remarked. “I am exceedingly sorry,” he said.
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