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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. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. ” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. “Who will you stop with?” “I shall go on my own.
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