Idleness is the key of beggary, Jack. Sepulchre's church, and hurrying down Snow Hill, darted into the first turning on the left. 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. Go, and let him in. And the sergeant, having carried out all Melusine’s instructions as if they had come out of his own head, went up to check on his patient, apparently at last convinced that his prisoner would not attempt to run away.
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