“And, you know, you’re altering us all. "Your son's father was a thief; and Jonathan Wild (unless I'm misinformed,) was his friend,—so it's not unnatural he should show some partiality towards Jack. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. She paused for a moment. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand.
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