I don’t care. She confided in me yesterday. Certainly your major—’ ‘Ah, now that’s just it, missie. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. ’ ‘Pah! Do you think I will run away? Do not be so foolish, and go and fetch him this instant. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. ” “Sure, anything you want. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. “Is that so? Who says?” He demanded, his eyebrows arching as he looked at her with puerile glee. The lines about his mouth gradually softened. "You'll never return. 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. Later, she would sew it on. But, if you've a spark of love for me, don't meddle with anything in that house.
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