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. CHAPTER XXIII. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. One OUGHT to want to please her.
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