Her lips parted, but no words came. Ashen blonde, a shade that would never excite the cynical commentary which men applied to certain types of blondes. The proa bore away to the northwest out of which it had come. "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. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret.
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