"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. There was going to be no quarter between these two.
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