” “I think,” Lady Lescelles said, putting down her teacup, “that I must send Nigel to plead his own cause. By that time it seemed to them they had lived together twenty years. Wild," he added, as Jonathan came up, and assisted him to secure and disarm the prisoner. 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. Immediately she had spoken of the loose button he knew that henceforth he must show no concern over the disposition of that coat. ‘Playing games to tease me, that’s all he can think of doing. Is there anything you want?" She laid her hand on his forehead, and found it without fever.
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