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“Forgive me,” he said. ‘Don’t try to turn it off,’ ordered Miss Froxfield. She remained for some seconds crouching at the fender, poker in hand. 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. “Are you with us?” said the tired woman. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. ‘Can’t see a thing. Was the girl seriously expecting him to pull the trigger? Lord, but she had courage! ‘Shoot, then,’ urged the lady. Trifle useful?" he added, slipping a few gold pieces into Jack's hand.
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