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. Jackson, gallantly. "
"What kind?"
"Dickens, Hugo. I hope we may never find her again. Indeed it was apparent,
from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. Apologizing for their detention, he answered the questions put to him respecting
the boys, by positively denying that any such prisoners had been entrusted to his
charge, but offered to conduct him to every cell in the building to prove the truth
of his assertion. ”
Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope
now you’ve had enough of it. He barely shook the rose petals from her
hair.
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