She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. Remember that. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. Glancing towards him she saw that a shadow had fallen upon his face. ‘That’s what started the fracas,’ Gerald admitted ruefully, nursing his injured hand as he recalled it. Why, he can scarcely be twenty. “How are you?” He asked, realizing she was unnerved by the very sound of his voice. “How dare you!” They were both astonished at the other’s strength. She closed her eyes more vividly to recall some line which had carried the blot. "Some dreadful deed is about to be committed, which I may perhaps prevent," muttered Jack to himself.
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