Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. "Jonathan Wild shall find it's not easy to detain me. " "Not now, my love—not now," entreated Wood. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows.
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