"By my shalvation, boy," he added, fiercely, "if you don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. "A bad business this, Van," observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of the head. I bored him. "Silence!" returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; "and don't muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh. Her concluding paragraph was, on the whole, perhaps, hardly starchy enough. 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. So it does.
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