A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. " "Poor child!" muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; "the whole scene upon the river is passing before me. On the appearance of the thief-taker, Mrs. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent. Besides, it is all reversed now, you know. The next moment, he was felled to the ground by Jonathan Wild, who sprang into the room, followed by Abraham bearing the link. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. ” Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a correctly garbed waiter, threw open the door. Aware of the footman hovering, and the hackney coachman’s curious eyes looking down from his box, Gerald leaned a little towards her and spoke in a lowered tone.
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