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was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. Now, I'll be getting along. And I suppose it is too much to expect that any entirely English young lady
would be prepared to tolerate me for the remainder of my life. She could learn nothing of her son, and only
obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated
her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross
Shovels. And if one were to love some
one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted
most to see. ‘What is this fate?’
‘Un mariage of no distinction. That’s really why we do them
sometimes rather well and get on.
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