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The entire place was a masterpiece of wooden carving, a design of interleaving carried throughout. Spurling had retired for the night. Wood in a sharp tone. If such a thing in connexion with him had been possible they would have declared that he was in a towering rage. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels.
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