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. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. Every inch of the house felt safe to her, small and welcoming. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks 90 in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a storm. . Nab and Quilt to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner.
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