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You must forgive the poet’s license I take. ” Lucy reassured. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. ’ ‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. You do not believe me. Lucy was charmed; how peaceful the baby looked. He looked at her, his eyes filled with excited terror and astonishment at her move. You have the ideas. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. E. ” He stood before the door. 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.
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