Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. "Ah!" he exclaimed, "a letter, beginning 'dearest Aliva,'—that's your mother's name, Thames. She stood looking down upon him with dilated eyes. “Why did you lie to that man?” he asked fiercely. Slipshod; follow me. Her disapproval was obvious enough.
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