After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. But, be like a son to her. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind.
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