. The Night-Cellar XVIII. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. " "Say the word, and I'm mum," returned the executioner. " "'The avenger of blood himself shall slay the murderer'," said Wood, who was culling for himself certain texts from the scriptures. White, my landlady, believes his story. 'T is better, with wine, to extinguish the light, Than live always, in darkness, without it! "How long may it be since that boy was found in the way Mrs. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day.
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