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Selfishness. 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. Its parents have perished. Only he hated the words he uttered, hated the blunt honesty which forced them from his lips. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. "Yes. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer.
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