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“I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. His face was much handsomer than Gianfrancesco’s, his lips thinner, his brow much more noble and wise. She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. 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. “Because I hate you!” She spat. She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces. But why didn't you let me know they were coming.
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