"I am—I am!" cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it to her breast with rapturous delight "God be thanked, I have found it!" "We have both good reason to be grateful," added the lady, with great emotion. ‘Let us go elsewhere and discuss the matter. Here was one that subtly mocked her. Racing, he reached it perhaps a moment or two later. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your consideration and tell you the truth. This woman knows me—’ throwing the remark at Lucilla ‘—and that I am the daughter of Mary Remenham. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis.
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