”
Sir John smiled. “I wonder if there is!” said Capes, and paused, and then bent down over the
boy who wore his hair like Russell. ’
‘Gracious heaven, Gerald! If your dear mama could not drag you to the altar, I
am hardly likely to succeed. There ends
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Section 5. "What of her?" exclaimed Jack, starting up. “Read this, John. 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. The turnkey looked
round the next moment, but the manoeuvre escaped his observation.
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