I’ll walk over there once I change clothes. She rested her head upon his shoulder. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. But about his unknown rival he was acutely curious. 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. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. ‘I’ll wager that militiaman never rode the animal, then.
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