Mother and Son
XI. "Now, then, Saint Giles!" interposed Sheppard, "are we to be kept here all
night?"
"Eh day!" exclaimed Sharples: "wot new-fledged bantam's this?"
"One that wants to go to roost," replied Sheppard. Then,
mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. "
"That kind of talk makes you sound like a white man. She had expected sympathetic admiration, but instead the whole Widgett
family, except Teddy, expressed a common dismay. The mock astonishment of his face
immediately became genuine. For the
face under her gaze she could find but one expression—fine. 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. He “went in” for microscopy in the unphilosophical Victorian manner as his
“hobby. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William
Morgan. The pistol was his own, it
is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon
me before. He had now reached the adjoining house, and, scaling the roof, approached
another building, which seemed to be, at least, one story loftier than its
neighbours.
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