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. "
"A day of retribution will assuredly arrive," rejoined Mrs. ’
‘Yes, it’s all my fault,’ he agreed soothingly, ‘and you may rail at me presently
as much as you please. ”
The three men, who had arrived within a minute or two of one another, received
her little speech in dead silence. Anna was sitting before the fire a little distance from
him—Ennison himself remained standing. "
"Better eat these, even if you don't want them," she urged. She was lovely,
painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her
to be. McClintock will have some. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. He groaned,
much to Melusine’s relief. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made
a mull of it. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. He went
more easily this time. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands
gestures and facial expression. ’
‘I thank you,’ Gerald said drily.
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