"Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. The picture in her mind altered and she saw again the way Gerald had looked with consternation upon the bruises he had inflicted on her wrist. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. Now, come along, gem'men, and I'll show you some precious sport.
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