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"I have some difficulty in preventing myself from becoming your executioner. ‘She won’t like it,’ prophesied the captain gloomily. He threw her on the bed. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. ’ Lucilla sat up. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. He came to the door and as he opened it a crack, she pushed herself inside urgently. 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. But her temper almost flared again when the sergeant spoke.
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