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. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. Paris, always beautiful even in the darkness, glittered away to the horizon. This was to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale. Sordid; but that was not Ruth's term for it; she had no precise commentary to offer.
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