She was thinking fast now, all her senses on the alert. “I’ve been,” she said, “forbidden to come. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. The babies that the woman—your wife—refused to stop creating. Gin Lane's the nearest road to the churchyard. She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression.
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