At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. He grew even harder. Part of her felt like laughing insanely at how badly she had been duped. She had expected sympathetic admiration, but instead the whole Widgett family, except Teddy, expressed a common dismay. The man lingered. "You must be a cleverer lad than even I take you for, if you get out of this place. She crept into the living room and turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had fallen to the carpeted floor. . Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard.
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