And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him. "Where is he?" asked Jonathan. ‘At this present, I must appropriate Lady Bicknacre.
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