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" Spurlock's glance shot up, flaming again. It was the bitterest moment of her life. " "That's easily said. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. "Jack," said the other, sternly; "don't provoke me further, or I'll give you a thrashing. At the head of the cart was placed the coffin. He was carelessly dressed, and there were marks of unrest upon his features. “If you wish,” he said, “I will go there in the morning and see what can be done for him. The Times slipped from his fingers. For a few minutes all was silent.
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