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‘You said it. Do not underestimate my power. I could not have committed this robbery. Probably he has something to say and can't say it, or he writes well about nothing. And yet the secondary emotion was one of suspicion. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. Being a Chinaman in blood and instinct, he despised all spinsters; they were parasites. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. 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. I’ll protect you!” He cried.
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