But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. And, now, to find a messenger. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. After the first courses however she scarcely noticed him. You are infatuated. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light.
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