She assumed with a kind of mesmeric force all the propositions that Ann Veronica wanted her to define. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Had he but known it, his outburst had done him no harm in the major’s eyes.
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