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E. Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. "I've done with you. However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN WILD. " "Well, I've a job open; but I don't want you to get the wrong idea of it. His smile faded. ” It was settled. Go away now, there’s a good lad. They got to go home and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup.
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