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There must be persons tender and loving in this world. Here and there, a building might be seen with the doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps of bricks and tilesherds. As it was, the mob went on alternately hooting and huzzaing as the names of Wild and Sheppard were pronounced, while some individuals, bolder than the rest, thrust their faces into the coach-window, and assured Jack that he should never be taken to Tyburn. He fell backwards on his butt, the wind knocked out of him. Mr. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge.
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