When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. “I am sorry that I have murdered you.
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