It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. . . She was a merry creature, it is true, and quite beautiful. It was the beginning of June. “Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly.
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