"
"Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became—
what I am. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. "
"And perish upon the gibbet," rejoined Jonathan contemptuously. Her anger died and she eyed him. Unless he can arise
from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father lie buried, you
will never behold him again in this world. Open it. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. A
sacrifice. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was
still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. "Where are the packets committed to your
charge by Sir Rowland Trenchard?"
"The packets!" exclaimed Kneebone, in alarm. They have rescued the
child.
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