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His reputation was slightly tainted by his marriage to her mother, an exotic blue-eyed raven-haired beauty, a Gypsy doll with a clandestine heritage. “For I know that you love Ennison. There was a stain of wine upon her dress. "What of that," rejoined Jonathan. 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. “Who did you live with before the Becks? I hear things. "My name is Darrell," said the fugitive hastily. Don’t be frightened, dear. "That's not an easy question to answer," rejoined Blueskin. The pistol fell to the floor. "But, as I was saying, I was most dreadfully frightened on the night of the robbery! Though so young at the time, I remember every circumstance distinctly.
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