Wood—" "That's false!" cried a voice behind him. They were those of the Irish watchman. For a space he rode the whirligig. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. She backed away from him. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. He stood away from her. Dolby smiled. ’ Fury rippled again.
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