What she did not know, and what she was never to know, was that the divine fire was hers. But through the fault of that pig, who dared to call himself Valade and masquerade in society under her birthright. His fatigue was tacitly understood within the family; it was a phenomenon which everyone acknowledged as related to the trades. 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. Her spirit awoke in dismay to an affection in ruins, to the immense undignified disaster that had come to them.
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