Next instant, Gerald felt his wrist seized in an iron grip. 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. ” “Bring her—here,” Hill muttered. An hour later the doctor arrived; and after a thorough examination, he looked doubtful. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. His complexion was as blue as a sailor's jacket, and though Mr. ‘But I have told you. The air was pungent and leaden. That bruise will answer the same purpose.
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