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Beyond was another door,
on which was painted in black letters:
MR. "
"Mr. "
"Keep in your own room, at all events," rejoined Kneebone. "Never give in. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling
on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. "To be sure," returned Wild; "he's not only alive, but likely for life, if we don't
clip the thread. "I am Owen Wood, at your
service. Mr. She meant to leave anyway, or so
she would tell herself later. And it has been well
for you that he imagines the child was drowned. ”
Annabel shivered a little and looked around her. 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. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by
various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape
with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of
widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a
linsey-woolsey shawl.
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