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Cowering in a corner upon a heap of straw sat his unfortunate mother, the complete wreck of what she had been. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. " "I wish I could have foreseen. This lady is my wife, and I have a right to be here. ToC After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word, Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street. Stanley, at the door. The thought of their faces, and particularly of her aunt’s, as it would meet the fact— disconcerted, unfriendly, condemning, pained—occurred to her again and again. The unpleasant oily chill of fever overtook her body, and she watched in horror as Sebastian carried her to his bed on his shoulder like a sack of flour.
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