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"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ” “Madman!” “Blithering ass!” The girl looked into the two indignant faces and held out both her hands. “What was that?” she asked sharply. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim.
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