"Because you did not wish to hurt me?"
"Yes. But if his frame was immature,
his looks were not so. Wood, contemptuously, "he'll never mend till he comes to
Tyburn. Later, she
understood his reasons; and it had now become habit. 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. I struck him across the face, twisted the steering
wheel of the motor, sprang out myself, and left him for dead on the road with the
motor on top of him. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she
often had been driven to dig herself large underground
pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold
months. “Oh, I can’t
thank you.
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