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love money. A momentary petrifaction, and terror had lent wings to
her feet. Why? Because she knew him
in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her
vision—Sidney Carton. Of this boy she had only caught a
glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if
she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her
antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear
of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. She doubted how she stood toward
him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. Chapter Eight
For an instant in the silence that followed, shocked into immobility, Melusine
stared in horror at the body lying there so still. She owed the nun a
great deal, including her command of English, for no one else thought to ensure
she could speak her mother tongue. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each
moment would prove his last. As
soon as the latter beheld him, she uttered a loud scream, and fainted. Sheppard; "he swears to save you.
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