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. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. A post-chaise seen in the road first alarmed us. Her little white hand stole across the table. “Why—it’s—it’s you!” Amazement seemed to dry up the torrents of his speech. ‘You were right, miss. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. It 163 invariably leads to trouble. ’ ‘Nonsense,’ said Mrs Sindlesham loudly, casting an anxious glance upon Melusine. F. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed.
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