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I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. .
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