The only circumstance which served to awaken a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering. I was supposed to do the same, but I didn’t. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. Strange gurgle-like noises emanated from the crypt. ‘You’re either mad, or in love. I've foiled him hitherto, and will foil him yet.
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