Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. He had been formally adopted by the Becks at the age of twelve. These particulars are familiar to all, who have any title to the knowledge. Her small round breasts were vulnerable under her mostly nonfunctional Kmart bikini bra.
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