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. Sheppard. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. No other
man should touch her; she was Hoddy's, body and soul, in this life and after. "
Mrs. I’ve been wondering where
she got her dogged will, and that hot-headed adventurous spirit, for it wasn’t
from either Mary or Nicholas, that’s sure.
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