. Mrs. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. ‘Don’t rightly know how you
make that out, you being a French spy and a prisoner and all. Mother! do you know what you do? Would you sell yourself to this fiend?"
"I would sell myself, body and soul, to save you," rejoined his mother, bursting
from his grasp. ‘Italian adventurer,’ explained her fiance briefly. The chief of these was a figure of Liberty, with a cat at
her feet, in allusion to the supposed origin of the fortunes of its former founder,
Sir Richard Whittington.
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