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Mind that there was an undefinable something about this boy that was lacking
In Tom Canty, mad or sane. She could not describe it, she could not tell just
What it was, and yet her sharp mother-instinct seemed to detect it and
perceive it. What if the boy were really not her son, after all? Oh, absurd! She
Almost smiled at the idea, spite of her griefs and troubles. No matter, she
found that it was an idea that would not 'down', but persisted in haunting her.
It pursued her, it harassed her, it clung to her, and refused to be put away or
Ignored. At last she perceived that there was not going to be any peace for her
Until she should devise a test that should prove, dearly and without question,
Whether this lad was her son or not, and so banish these wearing and
Worrying doubts. Ah, yes, this was plainly the right way out of the difficulty;
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Therefore, she set her wits to work at once to contrive that test. But it was an
Easier thing to propose than to accomplish. She turned over in her mind one
Promising test after another, but was obliged to relinquish them all — none of
Them were absolutely sure, absolutely perfect; and an imperfect one could not
Satisfy her. Evidently she was racking her head in vain — it seemed manifest
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