—Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. Well, well; all he himself could do would be to watch this singular drama unroll. But while there's life there's hope. Only an undermaid I was then. Amiable and good-looking. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. ‘Dunderhead.
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