The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. "Been to those places?" "No. 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. ‘Cover her, men. come. She knew the significance: the red corpuscle was being burnt out by the fires of alcohol. It’s a world in which the law can be a stupid pig and the police-stations dirty dens. Very soon she would be able to forget it.
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