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Are you my accuser?" "I am," replied Wild; "have you anything to allege to the contrary?" "Only this," returned Thames: "that the charge is false, and malicious, and that you know it to be so. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. “I hope you will not compel me to say again that I do not know the man’s name, nor, to the best of my belief, have I ever seen him before in my life. “Get you a cold one?” “No thanks. “On the stage? Yes. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. I’m off to England. You're a friend of the young man?" "If you mean did I know him before he became ill, no. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. 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. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea.
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