Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. It was a spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and furiously, bore him instantly away. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Ann Veronica readjusted her chin on her hand. He sat down beside her just as the room became darker.
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