You shall hear from me to-morrow. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. 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. I took him out of the hands of death. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling.
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