"I will not submit to be thus interrogated," said Winifred, angrily. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. ’ ‘Will you have done, Gerald?’ demanded Hilary, exasperated. “I always shall. 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 thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. “Splendid you are looking to-day, Miss Stanley,” he said. But Darrell averted his head.
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