It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. "Jack," said Wild, with a glance of malignant triumph, "I will now tell you what I have done. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing. I chose you for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your great beauty. "I told you I was not unprotected. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. . You know, I’ve done no work at all this afternoon. " "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. ‘There is no question of a dispute. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. " "I see.
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