Maggot had been brought to a termination. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. ‘Lord,’ he uttered, glancing about with a disparaging eye.
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