She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. White?” she asked, laughing. 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.
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