Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. “I wish they did,” he said, “but they don’t. It was the first day you kissed me, under the willows, coming into Veraz. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Then for a time she sat very still. An ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run.
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