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"You mean you were just sorry for him?" "As I would be for any human being in pain. ” He threw the stone protecting the crypt to one side. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. It was the same Bios whose nature and drift and ways and methods and aspects engaged them all. He was roused from the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who roared in his ear, "The bridge!—the bridge!" CHAPTER VII. Jack's former attempt to pass up the chimney, it may be remembered, was obstructed by an iron bar.
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