” He intoned. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. She will tell you all the story while I am gone. Lucy slipped upstairs silently. By this time, Jack's reputation had risen to such a height with the populace,—his exploits having become the universal theme of discourse, that the streets were almost impassable for the crowds collected to obtain a view of him. Entering the Red Room, he crept through the hole in the wall, descended the chimney, and arrived once more in his old place of captivity. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. Her back stiffened.
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