This queer father of hers had given her everything but his arms. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. " "Don't hurry yourself," said Jonathan, "I'll wait for you here. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. ’ ‘A dagger, is it then?’ The girl froze.
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