“My God!” he said again. ” “I’ve told you,” he said. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. “I suppose some one makes a bit on the food,” she said. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. He was accustomed to such surprises, and enjoyed them.
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