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I hope we may never find her again. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. " The spinsters nodded approvingly. ’ ‘But it was not your fault,’ protested Gosse, shocked. Awkwardly, he closed his eyes and fumbled for a kiss. “Lady Ferringhall, sir. At the corner of Liquorpond Street stood the old Hampstead coach-office; and, on the night in question, a knot of hostlers, waggoners, drivers, and stable-boys was collected in the yard. . Your father…. But I never betray an old customer. His hand shook so violently that he dropped the handkerchief; and he let it lie on the floor because he dared not stoop.
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