. A fever of shame ran through her being. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. For a moment she remained silent. She had become unashamed of her nudity, altogether unfocused on her appearance.
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