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"If you won't disclose your name, I will for you! You are Jonathan Wild!" "Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!" "Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. " "I will die first," replied Mrs. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed. . Rubbishy novels and pernicious rascals. " "From some of your associates?" "From your uncle, from my uncle,—Sir Rowland Trenchard. Like the Castle, which it resembled in all respects except that it was destitute even of a barrack-bedstead, the Red Room was reserved for state-prisoners, and had not been occupied since the year 1716, when the jail, as has before been mentioned, was crowded by the Preston rebels. ‘Jacques, do not go!’ Jack gazed steadfastly at the floor.
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