She hated tricking Shari,
whose joy for life was the only thing that made her naive
enough to fall for laced iced tea or hot cocoa, depending
on the season. Without Sheila, the
denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the
ability to communicate with each other. "Heaven be praised she knows me at last. 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. I'm ready to bear it all. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with
gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Gerald crossed back
to the window. At least for one
moment, it was. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the
attendant withdrew. But we've got to cook up
some kind of a story to protect her. Morals only begin when that is settled.
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