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The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. Insulting cries became frequent and various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. John knew everybody, it seemed. "Now—begin. I’m not such a bad sort. "My sight is failing me. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. 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. "My lips would belie my heart were I to refuse you. The boy would naturally attract the women, if the women were at all romantic. The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. He had only to recall this fact (which he did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over. The morning of Monday the 16th of November 1724 at length dawned.
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