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You care for me just a little, I know. Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. At the same time she was wildly exultant at the resolution she had taken, the end she had made to her blunder. 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. S. Her heart ached; and that puzzled her. .
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