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" "Jonathan Wild was my husband's bitterest enemy," said Mrs. I asked him to take me away, and hide me. ” The change in Lady Ferringhall’s manner was subtle but unmistakable. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes.
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