. I rarely set foot in London these days. Now Owen Wood had one fair child, Unlike her mother, meek and mild; Her love the draper strove to gain, But she repaid him with disdain. CHAPTER XII. Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change of manner; and pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and at which a dark figure was standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!" "Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. " "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity. There is the key. You are you.
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