. "There's a guinea to drink our health," she added, slipping a piece of money into his hand. “There isn’t any way you could be worse than John. Gerald stood quite still for a moment or two, listening intently. Jonathan Wild brought him off. I’m not Gerald, remember. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. Surely she could ignore him. Wild never was the associate of thieves. This is not honourable. His eyes never left her face. Get me an interview with her. .
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