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Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. Starting off at a rapid pace, Jack dashed down Turnagain-lane, skirted the eastern bank of Fleet-ditch, crossed Holborn Bridge, and began to ascend the neighbouring hill. Time after time he sent Spurlock into this corner or that; but always the boy regained his feet before the murderous boot could reach the mark. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. He was always forgetting that his tummy was fifty-four years old. But at this, he halted, turning his frowning gaze back on her. He looked at her, hurt.
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