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There would be no mercy in this man. ” She rested the firing end of the cannon against her own temple. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. 101 He was a delightful teacher. “Dear John,” she whispered. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. "Here," repeated her brother.
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