’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. 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 have denied it,” she answered. ‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Could you come to tea at my rooms one afternoon, or would you dine with me somewhere, and do a theatre? We could have a private room, of course, if you do not wish to be seen about London, and a box at the theatre. Hitherto it had been qualified by her conception of all life as a compromise, by her new effort to be unexacting of life. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester.
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