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My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. 'He's a good fellow, and 'twill all end well'. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. " And, having partaken of a hasty breakfast, he set out.
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