"I didn't carry you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. 1. 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. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. I was a novelty. " With this assurance, and at the reiterated request of Thames, the little girl reluctantly withdrew.
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