"
"I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor
mother's account than my own. "
"Traitor!" cried Sir Rowland—"damned—double-dyed traitor!"
"Away with him," vociferated Jonathan to his myrmidons, who, having
surrounded Trenchard, hurried him off to the coach before he could utter another
word,—"first to Mr. “Wonderful!”
“I have always longed for prison service,” said a voice, “always. McClintock, without comment, accepted the hand. 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. We’ll
have some buttered toast. This lapse was possibly due to her apparent
determination to make full protest of Hilary’s conduct. On the envelope was written—
Sydney Courtlaw, Esq.
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