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The conversation hung for a moment. Her pa was
only the smithy. "
"And with some justice," replied Thornhill, drily. "
Hastening to the Six Bells, Jack ordered some refreshment, and engaged a
private room, where he remained till the afternoon absorbed in grief. ’
Then she whisked from the room, hearing Lucilla utter a delighted squeal as
she closed the door behind her. She put
back her hood in a determined way. The cell in which she was confined was about six feet long and
four wide; the walls were scored all over with fantastic designs, snatches of
poetry, short sentences and names,—the work of its former occupants, and of its
present inmate. I only wish he was not a Papist and
a Jacobite. Don’t stand gawping, man. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a
violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are
not yet a match for Jonathan Wild.
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