’ Roding allowed that he had a point, and followed him as he began to mount the stairs. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. His smile faded. 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.
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