She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. "She has, she has," said Jack, in a broken voice.
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