You hurt the child. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. You have a daughter, no? Madame Ibstock, I think. ” His eyes were squeezed shut. ” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. The Plague raced through the city and the Palazzo, consuming it like fire. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more. He had never wanted daughters.
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