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. ” He said nothing for a space. Jim is up to the neck in Mahatmas and Theosophy and Higher Thought and rot—writes letters worse than Alice. Had to give up the work and take to this. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. .
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