"Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. ” Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope now you’ve had enough of it. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. “I wonder which of us enjoys that most,” said Capes—“does he, or do we?” “He seems to get a zest—” “He does it and forgets it. 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. .
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