I would like to talk to
you about this—soon. 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. Her eyes were lit with
mirth, the corners of her mouth quivered. That was one of the
mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service
that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Her mind went on generalizing. I am sure
it will be good, John, and I could eat anything. Wood brought up.
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