On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. “Think of the mockery!” she said. Or, better still, put all my clothes in the trunk. Paintings sold off the walls. And while her son was reconveyed to prison the body of the unfortunate Mrs. " Ruth did so, but without any particular fervour.
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