"Well, gentlemen," rejoined Wood, mildly; "since Mr. ’ She paused, holding her nurse’s eyes. She rested for a half hour in heaven on earth, feeling herself drift in and out of sleep. I keep my finger on the pulse of things. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724.
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