‘I never met a rat what wandered about the place with a lantern, I didn’t,’ grumbled the old lodgekeeper aggrievedly. ‘You do not understand, Gérard. ” She stopped. “It was a bad day for me,” he said, speaking slowly and painfully. The old aspect of the place was gone. I have been stupid and foolish. 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. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance.
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