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Jack Kimble. She opened one and found herself in a large untidy room set with chairs that were a little disarranged as if by an overnight meeting. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Is there?” “Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, with a radiant face. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica.
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