Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey XVII. How dare you use my name and sing my songs?” Anna looked at her sister in blank amazement. ” “I will think of it,” she repeated. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. He was a good foster dad that had never so much as leered at her, not even once. She resolved not to allow him or her hunger detract from the performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like a precious jewel.
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