When she awoke she felt as if she were adrift on a soft cloud through a golden sky. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. Or run me through. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. Anna was singing as she used to sing. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be.
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