’ ‘To be sure I do,’ said Gerald swiftly. "Your son's father was a thief; and Jonathan Wild (unless I'm misinformed,) was his friend,—so it's not unnatural he should show some partiality towards Jack. While he was straining every sinew, his foot slipped, and he fell, head foremost, into a deep trench, which he had not observed in the dark. "Hell's curses!" roared Jonathan. But you will, you will. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. Gerald’s thoughts raced as he reached out supporting hands and murmured meaningless phrases to soothe. ‘Do you tell me that my disreputable son had the infernal insolence to pass you off as that whoring Frenchwoman’s daughter?’ His answer was in their faces.
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