You shall swing for this after next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. “Good,” he said, as he watched the colour come back to her cheeks. Got the day off. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out.
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