The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the night. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. She hid behind a mirage of piety, just as I do. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. On seeing it, he'll deliver you a box, which it will unlock, and in which you'll find a matter of fifty guineas and a few trinkets. "'Faith, an' you may say that," returned a watchman, who was wiping a ruddy stream from his brow; "they've broken the paice, and our pates into the bargain.
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