And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. Wood," said the lady bridling up, "my request may, perhaps, have some weight with you. If Gerald knew, what should stop Gosse from finding out? Perhaps he was even now at the lawyer. ’ So pat, thought Gerald. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey XVII.
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