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They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. "Poor Jack!" cried Winifred, burying her face in her lover's bosom. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. ‘Kill him? Oh. "What is your name?" "Ruth. Do not be a fool, Jacques. Only a few, but enough for me to understand that some act had driven you to this part of the world, where the hunted hide.
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