The flight. "For ever!" said the thief-taker, preparing to follow. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. . And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. ” “I shall do very well, thank you, ma’am,” he answered shortly. "This suspense is worse than torture. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. "Come with me, my love, come—come," cried his mother, seizing his hand, and endeavouring to force him away. Spurling bit her lips to conceal her mirth.
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