We felt like thieves. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. 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. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. ” Lucy reassured. Anna had told me that he carried always with him this bogus marriage certificate. " "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly. She twanged the catgut under her fingers. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest.
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