"
Before Austin could recover himself, Jack and Mrs. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel
porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her
books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat
down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. 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. ”
She thought more and more along that line. "
"What shall I do?" cried Mrs. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame
that rapscallion who calls himself your father. I warned
her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of
everyone in the Palazzo, including you.
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