’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. At table he carved in a gloomy but resolute manner. ” She replied. “You’re. They are horrible. ‘No one would credit that you are three years older than I. " "So she was," replied the woollen-draper, helping himself to an enormous pinch of snuff with the air of a man who does not dislike to be rallied about his gallantry,—"so she was. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. 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. ‘Soi-disant? Then he is not Valade?’ ‘How can I know?’ she countered crossly.
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