Through one doorway she saw a grave Chinaman standing on a stage-like platform. As he was leaving the hotel, Ah Cum stepped up to his side. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God and man. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. She could learn nothing of her son, and only obtained one solitary piece of information, which added to, rather than alleviated her misery,—namely, that Jonathan Wild had paid a secret visit to the Cross Shovels. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin.
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