At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called
Monsieur Valade. 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’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William
Morgan. The fellow is little better than a lunatic. Slowly, he drew back
his head and looked into her face.
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