"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. There was something fatalistic about the letter H. Her eardrums were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts.
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