She could learn nothing of her son, and only
obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated
her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross
Shovels. "But to the point," continued Wild, unconscious of the peril in which the remark
had placed him,—"to the point. Charley Pevenill was our host. A town called Foster. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to
keep her thus imprisoned. I always told you some accident would
happen. Could she go through with it? She must. ’
‘I had never the intention to tell you anything, pig!’
Gosse moved forward a little. ”
“Yes.
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