When he had done, he lifted his dark gaze upon Catherine's watchful countenance.
"Mother, whether or not we obtain our rights, you will still refuse this man's charity?
I am young--a boy; but I am strong and active.

I will work for you day and night.

I have it in me--I feel it; anything rather than eating his bread." "Philip! Philip! you are indeed my son; your father's son! And have you no reproach for your mother, who so weakly, so criminally, concealed your birthright, till, alas! discovery may be too late?
Oh! reproach me, reproach me! it will be kindness.

No! do not kiss me! I cannot bear it.
Boy! boy! if as my heart tells me, we fail in proof, do you understand what, in the world's eye, I am; what you are ?" "I do!" said Philip, firmly; and he fell on his knees at her feet." Whatever others call you, you are a mother, and I your son.

You are, in the judgment of Heaven, my father's Wife, and I his Heir." Catherine bowed her head, and with a gush of tears fell into his arms.
Sidney crept up to her, and forced his lips to her cold cheek.