"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. A white man takes his life in his hands. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. There were mysterious rustlings that made him glance hopefully toward the sea.
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