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She held it by the
neck and broke the end of the bottle on the hard dirt. ToC
Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May,
1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one
afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the
houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular
habitation. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. All
at once he saw a way out of the threatening doldrums. Can’t face a
scandal. ’
‘And it is very stupid of you to think of such a thing, because in this case, why
should I seek out my family?’
Triumph rose in Gerald’s breast, but he took care to conceal it. But to choose this of all moments. When they reached the door, he kissed her
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again. "We shall never be able to get you out unseen, Jack," whispered Poll Maggot. Another instance was that of Toby Tanner—"
"No more of this," interrupted Trenchard; "where is the boy?"
"Not far hence," replied Wild. She distinctly shivered
as he forced her to look at him. She was supposed to be reading at home,
and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a
position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage
of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden
appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. JONATHAN WILD. . .
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