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. Within ten minutes he had read much more than had greeted his eye. The world into which she was so boldly venturing was going to be wonderful, but never so wonderful as the world within these paper covers. Ask your own conscience. It’s not a bit of good pretending there’s any Higher Truth or wonderful principle in this business. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. The ring's yours, and you're mine.
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