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Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. The only circumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. The sergeant had not seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. ’ ‘Because I have never heard anything so ridiculous,’ Gerald announced. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness.
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