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What little happiness I had I was forced to steal. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames.
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