A sense of loss was amongst us. Wood uttered something like an imprecation. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. The man turned at the exclamation, and so did several of the bystanders; but they could not make out who had uttered it. “It means that I have had enough of this slavery,” she declared. ‘Something for you, Lucy?’ he asked, interrupting a heated argument that had obviously been in progress for some little time before their arrival. He drew a little breath of relief. His jawline was 78 masculine and severe, only tempered by the soft hazy color of his eyes.
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