"Too late!" shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—"too late!—oh!" Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her son's mouth, and forced him out of the room. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. Still, something had marked the face, something had left an indelible touch. Diane seemed more interested in the prestige of her violin skills than in the more sordid subject of her vampirism. Then a surge of rage welled up. Why? Because she knew him in life, because, so long as she could remember, he had crossed and recrossed her vision—Sidney Carton. Besides, I do not want a price on my head.
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