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Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed, in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. ‘That rascally knave sent you to become a French nun?’ Looking positively terrified, the girl nodded dumbly. Whatever he did, she was bound to scream. “I may be leaving where I am in a few days, so very likely you will be no better off.
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