"His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. I could not have spoken to her. I overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he spoke in slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with the thieves' lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. But the fall was too great, and he abandoned the attempt. "Well, Joan," said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her steadfastly for a few moments, "what say you?—silence gives consent, eh?" Mrs.
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