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’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. 1. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. “You were really at Moulton House,” she exclaimed penitently. Besides, she had admitted her identity. He turned to observe what this object was that had so unexpectedly diverted the young man's attention.
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