Advancing towards them, sword in hand, Jonathan so terrified the hinds by his fierce looks and determined manner, that, after a slight show of resistance, they took to their heels, leaving him master of the field. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. On that night, I surrendered myself to Jonathan Wild, and became— what I am. The unequal battle went on. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. She did not have the power of men.
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