Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan
Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every
direction. But she could tell by the dullness of his eyes that he saw only some inner
vision. 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. "All cannot be well, if this is
true. It was fortunate that by this time Winifred had so far
recovered, as to be able to afford her father the best and only solace that, under
the circumstances, he could have received,—her personal attentions.
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