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When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. “Why not?” “Because you are mine. I believed that she was my wife, or she would have been safe from me. I will shed no more blood. "Open my heart, Father of Mercy!" she murmured, in a humble tone, and with downcast looks, "and make me sensible of the error of my ways. How old are you?’ ‘I have nineteen years, and it is quite unimportant. ‘That is a very English name.
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