One point in her narrative stood out beyond all others. She felt sickeningly empty. I have never wept since that day. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. "They're about to murder your child —your child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?" "I've hurt my head," replied Mrs. ’ Alderley glanced round the bedchamber.
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