“Don’t be childish, Annabel. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. There were some deepseated fears of the rot spreading to England, if the simmering discontent of the peasantry of France were to erupt any further. Marthe has told me that the house comes to my mother, Ma—ry Re—men—ham. 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. At half after five that afternoon the doctor and his friend McClintock entered the office of the Victoria.
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