She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. The sun was all but gone now, the horizon a deep shade of purple. William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. Her gratitude swelled within her. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. She drove me. Applying his ear to the keyhole, Jack listened, but could detect no sound.
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