And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer refuse me. Then she sat down—uninvited— and looked from one to the other curiously. " "Do not talk thus, dear mother," returned Jack, gazing anxiously at her pale countenance, "or I shall not be able to quit you. \" Lucy felt the familiar warmth surge upward from her crotch. But, as this produced no effect, and did not even elicit a groan, the prisoner was carried back to Newgate.
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