She laughed. I’d rather starve!” For a moment the conversation hung upon that declaration. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of "credit and renown," whose place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days, every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. As he crossed this chamber, his foot struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. A scene now ensued, highly characteristic of the age, and the occasion. This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. I call myself a man of the world, a man of many experiences, but I never knew what love meant—until I met your sister. Ah, no, I have it wrong. Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change of manner; and pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and at which a dark figure was standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!" "Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction.
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