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1703. ToC After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word, Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here. ” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. She tightened her bandage and sat back, biting her lip. " "I cannot consent to it," replied Sir Rowland firmly. ‘Do not mix yourself in mine, and perhaps you will not die. " The doctor did not reply to this rather ambiguous statement, but pushed back his chair and signed to McClintock to follow. " The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loud note of lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, and not receiving the gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed, raised his voice to the utmost, and exerted his feeble strength to escape. "Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this fine night," observed Ben. " "Yes, I will," replied Jack sullenly, "if you beat me in that way. " "It won't.
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