"Done!" cried Shotbolt. After pursuing the fugitive as before related, Jonathan Wild returned to his own
habitation, where he was occupied during the remainder of the night with Quilt
Arnold and Obadiah Lemon in removing everything which, in case of a search,
might tend to criminate him. “It is very good of you to come and see me, my dear sister,” Annabel remarked,
throwing herself into a low chair, and clasping her hands over her head. Now, you know where he is
bound. She entered the
front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the
old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. \"I'm sixteen, I'm a junior
like you. So absorbed was she by her
passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her,
until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in
her ear—"Mother!"
She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into
her son's outstretched arms. The hangman is always an object of
peculiar detestation to the mob, a tremendous hooting hailed his appearance, and
both staves and swords were required to preserve order.
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