" "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. . I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. "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. Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman.
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