“Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to get your child's neck twisted. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. He entered the room with his usual deliberation, and looked covertly about him. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. ” “Too much character, and too little sentiment,” he answered. Perhaps she did love research for its own sake, she was certainly gifted enough. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. Immediately he grasped the fact that there was drama here, probably the old drama of the fugitive.
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