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I bring you tidings of an old friend. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. I can see the whole thing was just a set-up for sequels, though. You are my prisoner, murderer. He was a philosopher. It is better that you go away now, I think. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. A deadly sickness came over her, the room seemed spinning round. ‘That’s what comes of disarming yourself.
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