"It's Jonathan Wild come back with a troop of constables at his heels, to search the house," rejoined Mrs. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. "Hell's curses!" muttered Jonathan between his teeth; "that fool will ruin all. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men.
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