Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful. ” Drummond, a few years older, dark, clean-shaven, with bright eyes and humorous mouth, laid down his paper and turned towards Sir John.
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