She wedged the towel between her legs. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. She had gone into Morgan's one afternoon for a bag of salt. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. Not afraid of me, either. There stood John and Mr. ” He said.
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