“Mr. He became primitive, literal in his
conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. But a far
greater affliction was in store for her. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. ” He ran
around his car and opened the door for her as she
desperately tried to view out of the corner of her eye the
man sitting silently in the squad car. It was bad luck to go to
Canongate. Anyone else who finds out must be killed, otherwise, you
insure death or worse for us. He never appears to so little advantage as when speaking of him. ”
Mr. 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.
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