. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. You did not say a word about it last week, nor have you written. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. " CHAPTER XIV. There was a recurrence of fever, but nothing alarming. Along the inner side was a wonderfully arranged series of displayed specimens that Russell himself had prepared. . Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises; for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the steps of which he hurried. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. In fact, Gerald had given order to the coachman to drive out of Golden Square and then stop around the corner. Through this, his last trial, Jack's spirits never deserted him. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs.
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