"My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and
bursting into tears. "
"Thames Ditton—is that your name?"
"No," replied the boy, impatiently; "Darrell—Thames Darrell. His scent
was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of
infants. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her
but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his
shoulder. ”
“What did you say?”
“I said, ‘My dear Veronica! how can you think of such things?’”
“And then?”
“She had two more cups of tea and some cake, and told me of her walk. I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. ”
“And for me,” Anna echoed. "Hold hard," cried he,
addressing the waterman; "I'll give the gentleman a lift. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?"
"He does," replied Thames. Luckily, Mrs. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. ”
Lucy wanted badly to believe her. ‘I only
wish I might have won her confidence. Winds
returned, the gardens withered, and roses would not
bloom. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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