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Annabel shook her head. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. Wood, however, was too much excited to attend to the caution. He started toward the dog with the idea of ejecting him, but Ruth intervened.
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