Occasionally he revealed tidbits about his past after a good kill. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Your disobedience be upon your own head. .
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