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‘He let them go?’ asked Miss Froxfield incredulously. “Showtime!” Martin cried. I want to do something. She began to tremble violently. “It’s the stir of spring,” he said. I am a little afraid. But he was a thief, a fugitive from justice. “I am sorry that I have murdered you. “I do not think so. My name is Wild—
Jonathan Wild. From this singular collection Trenchard turned to
regard its possessor, who was standing at a little distance from him, still engaged
in earnest discourse with his attendant, and, as he contemplated his ruthless
countenance, on which duplicity and malignity had set their strongest seals, he
could not help calling to mind all he had heard of Jonathan's perfidiousness to
his employers, and deeply regretting that he had placed himself in the power of
so unscrupulous a miscreant.
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