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He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. ” Anna looked at her sister gravely. She spoke with fluent enthusiasm. No umbrella either, the sky was delightfully overcast. ‘Wait for me. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. He could not know about the Remenham connection, could he? No one knew but her father and Martha. He was indeed still in the throes of his bewilderment. I proved myself early as an athlete, skills I retained long after my return home.
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