“Read this, John. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. It is not the woman who speaks there.
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