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She looked steadfastly out. Give me the books. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. “You are a miracle! God spares few from the Pestilence. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly. "Owen, Owen," pursued Mrs.
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