For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. “That’s what we narcs have to do. There is no Heaven for your mother. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. Thus, the same system of plunder was everywhere carried on. About nine o'clock, an immense mob collected before the Lodge at Newgate. ‘Bon. She wished that the drive would never end, but it was only three miles after all. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. As they entered the room beyond, a fierce growl was heard.
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