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Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms. “Did it seem like I was in pain to you?” She smirked. A male voice, vibrant with terror, yelled out hoarsely. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. 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. The smells of skewered fennel, roast chicken, and broiled pheasant saturated the air, and she could smell other wonderful aromas about them. She felt sharp animal teeth pierce her above her shoulder. ‘Melusine. ’ ‘Why should you care?’ demanded Roding, exasperated.
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