" Here Ruth returned with the broth; and McClintock strode aft, convinced that he was going to have something far more interesting than books to read. His assistance came too late. It was supposed he was drowned in crossing the river, as his body had never been found. "Let me have a word with the cull!" "Ay! ay!" cried several of the bystanders, "let Jonathan kimbaw the cove. ‘First I must see Jacques, and—’ ‘No need for that,’ intervened Roding, grasping her arm and trying to drag her to the door. 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.
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