Ann Veronica
found herself incompetent, undignified, and detestable, holding on desperately to
a hardening antagonism to her father, quarrelling with him, wrangling with him,
thinking of repartees—almost as if he was a brother. Particularly when it was obvious the fellow was one of these
pitiful wretches weak enough to allow themselves to be ousted from their
inheritances and thus obliged to come seeking succour of their neighbours. Of this boy she had only caught a
glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if
she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her
antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear
of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. "I need not
remind you, Sir Rowland, that I am aware you are deeply implicated in the
Jacobite plot which is now known to be hatching. "My worst fears are
realized. This time she was indeed beaten. “Oh dear, I’m not dressed.
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