‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do not think so. But I can't account for it!" "At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter imprecation. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. Presently, however, a sudden movement occurred, and disclosed his features, which were those of a young man of nearly his own age. At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her.
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