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Giles's bowl, "as his last
refreshment on earth. "
"Before I leave this place, I must see my mother. He was waiting in the outer hall as she tiptoed in. ”
“Oh!” said Ann Veronica. The summer arrived, speeding the
Plague and with it the famine in the streets. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is
killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. 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.
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