In the struggle the pistol went off,
but without damage to either party. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to
her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless,
delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like
immobility. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through
life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to
the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. 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. “If I was the world I think I should
have put down a crimson carpet, and asked you to say what you wanted, and
generally walk over me. Stanley, “Mr. All her protests seemed stifled before she could find words to utter them. "Won't you be persuaded, Joan?" he added, making a similar offer to Mrs. It
seemed an emblem of the ruin he had caused.
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