“We don’t let to ladies,” they said. In the distance a barrel-organ was grinding out a pot pourri of popular airs. "You will not hesitate to break it, if it suits your purpose. What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. I do not know anything of him since I have fourteen years, and that he sent me to Blaye to be a nun. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. 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.
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