"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. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way
to the bathroom. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's
face; neither was there speech on his tongue. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of
me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by
the nameless glory of these lonely months. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of
him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see
me again. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest
degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and
made himself at home in a moment. Wild," implored the turnkeys. Wood bore up with great fortitude against the shock, attended the
inquest, delivered his evidence with composure, and gave directions afterwards
for the funeral, which took place on the day but one following—Sunday.
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