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Entering the Lodge, the first person he beheld was Austin, who was only just up, and whose toilette appeared scarcely completed. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. ” His eyes were burning. "I can never get poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify myself somehow. You're on the way to big things.
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