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Annabel seated herself in an easy chair and determined to wait for her sister’s return. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. A sob was strangled in her throat. 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. Do not waste time in vain regrets, but let us remove the body, that we may fulfil her last injunctions. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. She relented out of exhaustion, yet he would not let her near Marina, his embrace tightening.
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