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‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. He rather liked the "sir"; it signified both gratefulness and the chastened spirit. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. The poor widow was thrown into an agony of distress on learning that a robbery had been committed, in which her son (for she could not doubt that Jack was one of the boys,) was implicated; nor was her anxiety alleviated by Mrs. 'Avow nothing, believe nothing, give nothing for nothing,' is my own motto. ‘Like a vision she were.
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