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That terrible
laughter, just before his senses had left him!
Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and
bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn
over in their graves. ‘The secret passage!’
It did not take long to find the mechanism of the candlesconce that opened the
door. 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. Mrs. Disperse in every direction. Her
father was distinctly irascible, and disposed more than ever to hide away among
the petrological things—the study was turned out. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her
youth and her ignorance. She was looking about her,
and her face was dark with anger.
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