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"I give you joy of the capture, Mr. Jack Sheppard's Quarrel with Jonathan Wild. Monsieur
Charvill, he has not the means to choose different. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware
that his hold about her hand had tightened a little. The dinner was stranger
than she had ever anticipated. He was sitting back from the table now, with one arm over the back of his
green chair and the other resting on the little table. The clanking of chains, the
grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's
ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. He had an objective now. “My dear,” she said, when she could get her breath, “you must come home at
once. I thought that he was dead.
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