"Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames. She was shifting, moving back. A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. "Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding between us," observed the woollen-draper. It could not be she who had done this.
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