How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down 458 XXXI. " "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. No trouble will ever come to your sister through me. "By my shoul!" he exclaimed, smacking his lips, "dat ish goot—very goot. In the subdued light she could not tell whether he was asleep or awake.
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