“Katy Pfister. She was noisy and hilarious and enthusiastic, and her hair was always abominably done. She had eaten them, murdered them routinely, and yet he loved her still. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. Of this boy she had only caught a glimpse;—but that glimpse was sufficient to satisfy her it was her son,—and, if she could have questioned her own instinctive love, she could not question her antipathy, when she beheld, partly concealed by a pillar immediately in the rear of the woollen-draper, the dark figure and truculent features of Jonathan Wild. Had Gosse taken it as he escaped? What could she do? Gosse now knew that she was the daughter of Mary Remenham. You told me he was going back to Newgate after supper, so I mayn't have another opportunity. She glared at him with satisfaction.
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