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"Your son's father was a thief; and Jonathan Wild (unless I'm misinformed,) was his friend,—so it's not unnatural he should show some partiality towards Jack. "Let us fly from this frightful place. Ah! what's that?" he exclaimed, as some one brushed hastily past him. As she went on, the story began to sound more and more like a recitation. ‘Quickly! You must get up. ‘Martha was my wet-nurse? But she is unmarried. She did this to please him. “Are you with us?” said the tired woman. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love.
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