It is better to face the truth. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. He had a blue overstuffed couch, his own television, even a computer with its own desk. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns.
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