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Fine but strong lines marked the profile: that would speak for courage and resolution. There was a gentle rustling of skirts. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. 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. And, in fact, all round the problem you don’t know and I don’t see how I could possibly have told you before. You see, I’m selfish.

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