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. After all, they’re history in the making. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder. ” Lucy spoke up, “We used to call that ‘playing the coquette’. “There is my aunt,” she said. "No, no," rejoined Thames; "fly—or I will not answer for your safety. While he was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and examined the haft. Instead, he could not get beyond these minor details—why she wore the dress, whence she had come, and whither she was bound. ’ Melusine could not regard this view with anything but scepticism. ‘Thought you were going to break in here,’ he said, in an impatient whisper.
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