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"Let it pass. At length, about an hour before dawn on the second day—Sunday—having spent the early part of the night in watching at the gates of the robbers' sanctuary, and being almost exhausted from want of rest, she set out homewards. They put her down, and she leaped at them; she smote a helmet to the ground. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. She was surprised at his modesty. . There was. "So I will," rejoined Shotbolt; "so I will.
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