\" added Shari. There was plenty of sweet water. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. The voices went into his ears but left no impression of their import. “Often,” he repeated, a little heavily. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple.
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