Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently
by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness
as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. "You have saved his life," replied Blueskin. "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. ‘That is my mother. Why should I?”
“At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. "
"What should I retract, villain?" cried the woollen-draper, who at the sound of
Jack's voice had regained his confidence. "How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?" asked Sharples, in a jeering tone. I was to
blame to carry the matter so far. It was his tall stance and his pale skin that drew
him out of the crowd. Let alone a girl. The peculiar appearance of the sky was
not without some influence in awakening these terrors.
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