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One night, about this time, just as Austin was about to lock the great gate,
Jonathan Wild and his two janizaries entered the Lodge with a prisoner bound
hand and foot. A certain irritation crept into his manner as he did
so. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and
gin. Gregory B. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and,
when unloosed, hung down to her heels. After that night she made it a habit. He began to talk again in quick undertones that she could not clearly hear. She hoped desperately that
Mrs.
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