If I'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. Amid this varied throng,—varied in appearance, but alike in character,—one object alone, we have said, rivetted Mrs. Ice had begun to form in the shallows.
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