"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. ‘You cannot mean General Charvill?’ ‘That old martinet?’ exclaimed Roding. “I can sing the songs ‘Alcide’ sang, and in the same style.
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