The music confused and distracted her, and made her struggle against a feeling of intoxication. Wood was heard without, angrily demanding admittance. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. “Mr. Then he understood. “The fees are paid to the end of the session. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ” Her answer was terse. She could not bear the shame of it. His face clouded with anger. Jonathan looked in that direction, and beheld the fugitives riding off in triumph.
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