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"Though
you lorded it over that fond fool, Mrs. “And we will sail that splendor wide,
From day to day together,
From isle to isle of happiness
Through year’s of God’s own weather. So absorbed was she by her
passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her,
until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in
her ear—"Mother!"
She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into
her son's outstretched arms. At Boulogne they took train to Basle; next morning they breakfasted together
in the buffet of that station, and thence they caught the Interlaken express, and so
went by way of Spies to Frutigen. She had a better voice than I, and the rest I
suppose is only a trick. Perhaps her granddaughter might marry his grandson. ’
‘What?’ Appalled, Gerald could only gaze at her. ”
She replied with a rehearsed answer, “I was told that
my real mother died the day I was born. Blueskin, however, was not unattended. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I
can't leave you in this way. "What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box,
"that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart
sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all.
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