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I’ve bored you or something. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. 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. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life.
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