She could have slain Damaris Garland at that moment . `` Do n't go on so , mother , '' said Chester , impatiently . `` Come in out of the cold . It is n't fit for you to be here . Who has been tampering with you ? What if I did go to see Damaris ? '' `` Oh -- oh -- oh ! '' cried Thyra . `` I was waiting for you -- alone -- and you were thinking only of her ! Chester , answer me -- do you love her ? '' The blood rolled rapidly over the boy 's face . He muttered something and tried to pass on , but she caught him again . He forced himself to speak gently . `` What if I do , mother ? '' It would n't be such a dreadful thing , would it ? '' `` And me ? And me ? '' cried Thyra . `` What am I to you , then ? '' `` You are my mother .
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