"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. And I'll answer for it, she'll never say a syllable to annoy you again. "That depends upon you. The old man was conducted to Jack's cell by the turnkey, who remained near him during their interview. There was a little murmur of consternation from the waiting crowd, and the florid young woman showed signs of temper, to which Mr. U. Gerald lost his head.
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