"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. "There, Sir," she added, unlocking the door, "you can go in. That is what my mother used to call me. ” She glanced at Brendon, who stood by her side, tall and threatening. . ” Anna drummed impatiently with her fingers against the arm of her chair. ‘Oh, you may come to me on any mission you like,’ uttered Mrs Sindlesham roguishly. It was enough. She saw his finger pull back on the hammer of the gun and shrieked a warning just as Jack launched himself forward and Gosse turned and fired. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling.
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