The woollen-draper was no
despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and fork
were child's sport compared with those of Mr. “Was it terrible for you after he died?”
“Don’t worry yourself about it John. In
Hamilton Place that is, like I told you before, miss. But one day he came to me. The Old Mint. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be
satisfied. “I believe,” he said slowly, “that I shall do best to throw myself upon your
consideration and tell you the truth. “We’ll go to a place where we can have a private room,” he said. She quickened her pace,
and so did he, talking at her slightly averted ear. “We’re in for it. It is dull—deadly dull. On beholding the intruders, his fears
changed to exultation, and he uttered a roar of satisfaction as he glared at them,
which could only be likened to the cry of some savage denizen of the plains. Listening attentively, he fancied he heard the breathing of some one near him,
and moved cautiously in the opposite direction. 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. “Okay.
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