When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. " "Well, Sir, his name?" "Jonathan Wild. “I wonder,” she murmured to herself, “if this is the beginning. ” Lucy said. " "Don't be angry with me, Sir," cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, "pray don't. A cry was then raised by the leaders to attack Wild's house, and the fury of the mob was instantly directed to that quarter. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate.
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