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“The walk has given me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. Don't strip me quite. I'd like to shake you until your bones rattled; but the bones of a Roundhead wouldn't rattle to any purpose. " "I have a question to propose to you," said Trenchard, "relating to—" and he hesitated. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door.
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