M. At last he could bear it no longer. He hated himself a little for it. " "A promise to my mother?" said Winifred, unsuspiciously. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ” “You think that you can do that?” “I am sure of it,” he answered, confidently. I have no right to love you. " The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loud note of lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, and not receiving the gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed, raised his voice to the utmost, and exerted his feeble strength to escape.
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