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‘I doubt it. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears, Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. 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. And yet—you millionaires should really, I think, cultivate the art of discrimination. ‘As Madame Valade, you will be an émigré, not a nun. You are captain of your soul; don't forget your Henley.
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