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" "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. Better even than these. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. Clement's church. There's our young friend upstairs. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears.
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