It was a boy baby cooing in swaddling clothes, a baby who had just been born to the butcher's servant across the alley, the maid Isobella who trailed behind, beaming. And the fact that it was dressed in riding gear had fooled her into thinking it was her own image. Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. All that confidence, born of irony, disappeared; and fear laid hold of him.
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