So Mrs. "Do not endanger yourself on my account," rejoined his mother. She held her hand to the place where he had slapped her. " "And by whom were they both destroyed?" demanded his sister, raising herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. “I dare not,” she answered. Annabel thought, and thought again.
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