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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. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. It is queer how ideas pop into one's head. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. For a moment O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. Stanley as they drew alongside, to account for his own ruffled and heated expression. "To-morrow I will take you to him. Remember?’ ‘Parbleu,’ came from his still struggling victim.
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