You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. "You mistake,—you are mine. ” He adjusted his glasses on his nose.
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