She opened and read it at once. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. There she would wander about in the kindly darkness. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. ’ The smile vanished. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker.
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