He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living. In this cell was a huntsman, who had fractured his skull while hunting, and was perpetually hallooing after the hounds;—in that, the most melancholy of all, the grinning gibbering lunatic, the realization of "moody madness, laughing wild. . An ugly flush stained his cheeks. “The fool I have been!” he cried; and now speech was coming to him. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild.
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