Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. His tone was kind and sympathetic. Even the children jeer. " There was a brief, breathless pause. She could feel her body rebel against her actions, convulsing, so she forced herself to think of her mother in Heaven, her mother's beautiful face, the sun dancing across the rivers of her home. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies.
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