This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. “Life—things—I don’t think her prospects now—Hopeful outlook. Old saltwater was right. On some insane score she fancied she had to state her case in verse.
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