“It is the first moment we have let him out of our sight,” Brendon exclaimed, as
he hastened across the street. 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
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must comply with both paragraphs 1. "I am. These things were common knowledge among the bon ton, who were
generously welcoming these unfortunate escapees. Her whole conduct and tone had
been modest and ladylike. ‘One does not blow off
the head of a man with whom one is in love, en effet. The burden of decision had
been transferred. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in.
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