" "Oh! let me die," groaned the widow. Let me see my child, if he is really here?" "Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards her. ” He could feel a small bump where he knew a cavity of smooth flesh should reside. The danger or difficulty of an exploit never appalled him. " "Never," said Mrs. It is no good arguing about a thing like that. She tossed her head, and, having no further words, moved toward the door. " CHAPTER XVIII.
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