She knew it. Those were dreams. There's a friend of Sir James—a young man, an engraver of masquerade tickets and caricatures,—his name I believe is Hogarth. He carried her into his bedroom as she unfastened the tiny white buttons of his shirt. When she confessed all this to her charge, telling the now grown up babe that there was no hope in the world of establishing any claim, she very soon discovered her mistake. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. It may be, it probably will all come to, nothing.
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