They met inseparably in that new life.
Truly, there could not be a woman of flesh so near to a likeness with the beatific image of Feltre's worshipped Madonna! The thought sparkled and darkened in Fleetwood's mind, as a star passing into cloud.

For an uproarious world claimed the woman, jeered at all allied with her; at her husband most, of course:--the punctilious noodle! the golden jackass, tethered and goaded! He had choice among the pick of women: the daughter of the Old Buccaneer was preferred by the wiseacre Coelebs.

She tricked him cunningly and struck a tremendous return blow in producing her male infant.
By the way, was she actually born in wedlock?
Lord Levellier's assurances regarding her origin were, by the calculation, a miser's shuffles to clinch his bargain.

Assuming the representative of holy motherhood to be a woman of illegitimate birth, the history of the House to which the spotted woman gave an heir would suffer a jolt when touching on her.

And altogether the history fumed rank vapours.