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‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Since morning he had become fanatical; the atoms of common sense no longer functioned in the accustomed groove. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. When he had finishing feeding and burping, Isobella asked her, “Would you like to hold him?” Lucia nodded yes eagerly. How could she tell him of the evil that drew her and drew her, as a needle to the magnet?—the fascinating evil that even now, escaped as it was, went on distilling its poison in her mind? "Yes, yes!" said the doctor.
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