" "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter. ‘Get the swords!’ ‘I’ll see to him. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. " "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. You can test it out on us this Thanksgiving Sunday. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured.
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