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"And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly
apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. He added, ‘Also others, but I don’t recall them. Don’t favour your father much,
either, if it comes to that. Don't worry about me. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and
apartments. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less
friendly. ‘A thing Marthe told me of,’ Melusine answered, her attention on the garments
that were still lying higgledy-piggledy, just as she had left them. ’
Pierced to the heart by the poignancy of this utterance, Gerald could neither
move nor speak. ‘Possibly,’ he said. And I’m afraid. 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. Well, kill me. It was no
marriage at all. The poor child! What frightful things she must have seen on that island of hers!
The noise of crashing glass caused a diversion; and Ruth turned gratefully
toward the sound.
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