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Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. Let me see my child, if he is really here?" "Behold him!" returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him towards her. ” Sydney looked at her doubtfully. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. They were bathing in the stream. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. I might have told you the truth. ” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. " "I must now go and look after Thames," observed the carpenter. “That is your sister’s name. This I have sworn to do—this I will do.
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