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‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. Of Jack Sheppard or the assailants they could not discover a single trace. I spied a small picture of them in your house, though. 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. Like a trollop in heat. This was not the sort of confession which he had been expecting. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. He shook his head. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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