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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. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects. "It is her child!" shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the howling of the tempest, "risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. " "It is, indeed," replied Mrs. Nothing has been touched since. There it is. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. You are a girl with very little. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. Mrs. The pause lengthened, and he had the satisfaction of seeing despair melt the set mockery of Spurlock's mouth. It was a moment or two before Gerald realised that he could feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath the light touch he had on her wrist, and that her fingers were trembling in his.
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