It was cramped even at the end of the passage. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. " "Jonathan Wild!" repeated the carpenter, trembling. "Curiosity, I suppose," returned Jack, carelessly.
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