My son went down after his death. . 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. "My name is Kneebone," added the portly personage, stepping forward. A chill ran through his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him, prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell. ’ He scratched his chin as if he thought about it, but covertly kept a careful study of what he could see of her face. Your aunt and I have discussed all this matter.
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