"Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. ” Shari replied sarcastically. 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. That day Gerald had brought her to this
excessively careful house, where she had felt very much alone and very unlike
herself. He would
discuss something she had been reading, and he would give her some
unexpected angle, setting a fictional character before her with astonishing
clearness. ”
Lucy appeared and appraised him briefly,
nonchalantly. "Long life to the Marquis!" reiterated Terence; "he's an honour to ould Ireland!"
"Didn't I tell you how it would be?" remarked Quilt. Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to come after
him. Three times he uttered a phrase:
"A djinn in a blue-serge coat!"
And each time he would follow it with a chuckle—the chuckle of a soul in
damnation. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?”
“No right at all,” he admitted.
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