” “What do you want?” he asked, bluntly. But don't let my name frighten you. Drink this!” He poured out a glass of wine with a firm hand, and held it to her lips. 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. Go away,’ came fretfully from Prudence Sindlesham, and Melusine heaved a sigh as she looked towards the butler, who was making his stately way to the door. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments.
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