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" "'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. ” “Does she have to sell her soul to the Devil?” Lucy asked, feeling stupid. "Well," she said, in reply, "I may have done Jack an injustice. If he keeps his word, I'll keep mine. 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. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. ‘My name’s NOT More, Mr.
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