It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. ” “I don’t want absolution. ” He woke the glassy water to swirling activity again, and made the deep-blue shapes below writhe and shiver. Annabel laughed a little uneasily. Daughters were not like sons. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. 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. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. The Master of the Mint IV. At last, she breathed.
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