"Done!" cried Shotbolt. \" She sat down on a nearby bench. He turned. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. He was snoring stupidly. Tears began to stream from her cheeks. 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.
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