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C. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. She could not see what occurred, though she guessed it; but she saw Jonathan's devilish triumphing glance, and read in it,—"Your son has committed a robbery—here—in these holy walls—he is mine—mine for ever!" She uttered a loud scream, and fainted. He had a flattish, perhaps, it should be called, a flattened nose, and a brown, leathernlooking hide, that seemed as if it had not unfrequently undergone the process of tanning. She really must not go to that affair. After all, you may easily come to fetch Mrs Ibstock when you need her. “You may not leave. She laughed a little contemptuously. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. Then to Martin's brandy-shop, in Fleet Street.
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