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The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. Leaning upon a gate he looked down into the valley. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. Sheila knew that the Eat & Shop on the corner of 53rd and Oleson was a flimsy front for an all-in-the-family whorehouse. Away in London even now Capes was packing and preparing; Capes, the magic man whose touch turned one to trembling fire. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her.
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