This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. Why didn’t he die?” Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. "But, let me tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms of another. Will you forgive me—if I say no more?” She looked at him with perplexed, earnest eyes. Here they remained till midnight when, calling for their reckoning and their steeds, they left the house. ‘His granddaughter?’ ‘Yes, his son’s daughter.
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