There was a flash and a loud report. 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. Wood at Dollis Hill, was assaulted and half-killed
by a party of ruffians, headed, he swore, by Mr. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. His heart hammered in his chest. She tried surreptitiously to
reach her own dagger, in its cunning hiding place in her petticoat. Please to let me go
there. He now understood her interest in Taber, as he called himself: habit, a twice-told
tale. "
"He won't be taking that. "I hope you don't
imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. "
"It's no use going to bed," answered Rachel. ‘Let her go.
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