"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. The open windows were above them now and, unless the intruder were to lean out, they could not possibly be seen. ’ ‘This is what you say of him? Me, I find he is growling all the time like a dog.
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