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“What a hypocrite you are. ” “I believe you,” she murmured. So long as she stood beside him, the Hand would not prevail. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em all like a litter o' puppies. Gerald kicked the panelled wall in frustration. This smile was more harrowing even than her former rigid look. " "No," said Ruth, pulling back. “See you. 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. “About two years ago.
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