"I shall want nothing more. In the beginning it was a dictionary. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ‘Then mayhap this will persuade you!’ With a scrape of steel, he drew his sword from its scabbard. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from them. " "Others may, if you won't," muttered Jack, retiring. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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