"My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. ” She said fretfully. " "You have extradition papers?" "What sort of a detective do you think I am?" countered O'Higgins. His five o’clock shadow was bristly against her fingers. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. She was glad to join in the stream of hurrying homeward workers that was now welling out of a thousand places of employment, and to imitate their driven, preoccupied haste. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances.
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