The fire still burned brightly. They had not to tarry long. "Your son's father was a thief; and Jonathan Wild (unless I'm misinformed,) was his friend,—so it's not unnatural he should show some partiality towards Jack. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was carefully done, that there was a knotted ribbon around her throat. ‘And me?’ ‘Oh, you’re mad because you wish to blow off my head. Here we are absconding, pretending to be what we are not; shady, to say the least of it.
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