‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. As he took his departure, he whispered to the Jew: "Take him dead or alive; but if we fail now, and you heard him aright in Seacoal Lane, we are sure of him at his mother's funeral on Sunday. ‘Possibly,’ he said. Let—it—fall. But I can give it its name now. She felt he was going to say something more—something still more personal and intimate. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles.
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