" This frankness rather subdued Spurlock. A young lad—Roding took him for a footman, or a groom by the neat black garb—was halted some paces away from Valade, his hat in his hand as he made pretence of fanning himself. Without waiting to have the information repeated, Wood rushed forth, determined as soon as he could procure assistance, to proceed to Jonathan Wild's house in the Old Bailey; while Mrs. Man's fate is in his own hands. ‘But it is not on the horse at all, Jacques. The coach was slowing down, and he realised that they had arrived in Golden Square. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. Spurling, hastening to the rescue.
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