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’ The lad Kimble moved swiftly to the door and walked out of the room. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. I won't have a beachcomber on the island. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the faculties. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. The elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. 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. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain.
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