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But though
the breach was large enough to admit him below, he could not squeeze his bulky
person through the aperture into the Red Room. About many of these houses hung a mysterious taint as of something weakly
and commonly and dustily evil; the women who negotiated the rooms looked out
through a friendly manner as though it was a mask, with hard, defiant eyes. Brewis had told him the Valade
family had been victim to wholesale murder, and a twinge of compassion had
wrung even his deliberately hardened heart. 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. He knew it
absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. And turning again, as if the emotions she had
churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there
stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. Here,
might be seen a poor fellow whose teeth were knocked down his throat,
spluttering out the most tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman:
there, another, whose nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and
lamentations in the same breath.
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