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. And who is the man you are not allowed to marry? Valade, perhaps?’ ‘Dieu du ciel,’ exclaimed the girl, jumping up. However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. Gazing into each other's eyes with new-found rapture, neither observed the sudden appearance in the doorway of an elderly woman in travel-stained linen. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. And son of a pig,’ she grunted, baring her teeth. “Put her in the trunk. I sha'n't utter a word.
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