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Clientèle was of the most transitory character. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. He suspected a trap. The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me. . Spurling has induced him to sit down again. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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