" "True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day before crowded, "I know it isn't. His face was downcast. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. ’ The lady stamped her foot. She was no longer a confederate in that. .
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