The houses loomed progressively larger as one strode up the block, growing from ranch to two-story, from squat 1950's modern to stately 1890's palace. ‘Bête. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. Not a word passed between them. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voice of Thames. "Mother!" she echoed,—"mother! why do you call me by that name?" "Because you are my mother.
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