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He resumed his listening. “Just think about what you are asking, John, please. “There
isn’t any way you could be worse than John. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann
Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last
winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. ”
She shook her head gently. “They are full of the usual foolish stories. I won’t try. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the
companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. What do you say to Brighton——”
Anna looked at him quietly—and he never finished his sentence. “No. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose
place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop
had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. A few days ago I saw him leave your
house. He rested on one elbow. ‘I find you excessively rude, both of you,’
said the lady crossly. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you.
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