On Saturday he went to that there Mr Charvill’s house. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Still keeping ahead of his pursuers, he ran along the direct road, till the houses disappeared and he got into the open country. The passage was so narrow that there was only sufficient room for the cart to pass, with a single line of foot-soldiers on one side; and, as the walls of the bridge were covered with spectators, it was not deemed prudent to cross it till these persons were dislodged. "Jonathan Wild, I'll be sworn," said Gay. He accepted the glass of wine, and bowed.
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