She pointed across the road. “Your brother has gone?” she asked Sydney, between the courses. Courtlaw. 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. I wonder what it was. Jack was not half your age when he died. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it.
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