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His hand to fling another rich largess, he caught sight of a pale, astounded face
Which was strained forward out of the second rank of the crowd, its intense
Eyes riveted upon him, A sickening consternation struck through him; he
recognized his mother! and up flew his hand, palm outward, before his eyes
— that old involuntary gesture, born of a forgotten episode, and perpetuated
By habit. In an instant more she had torn her way out of the press, and past
The guards, and was at his side. She embraced his leg, she covered it with
kisses, she cried, 'O, my child, my darling!' lifting toward him a face that was
transfigured with joy and love. The same instant an officer of the King's
Guard snatched her away with a curse, and sent her reeling back whence she
came with a vigorous impulse from his strong arm. The words 'I do not know
you, woman!' were falling from Tom Canty's lips when this piteous thing
Occurred; but it smote him to the heart to see her treated so; and as she
Turned for a last glimpse of him, whilst the crowd was swallowing her from his
Sight, she seemed so wounded, so broken-hearted, that a shame fell upon him
Which consumed his pride to ashes, and withered his stolen royalty. His
Grandeurs were stricken valueless; they seemed to fall away from him like
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