“Have you not heard?” she said. "I took the course I pursued to serve you. "If we take him, I don't mind giving you
a share—say a fourth—provided you lend a helping hand. Your aunt liked the pheasant. A moment more and he would have been crushed beneath the ponderous
board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its descent. He left the room, presumably to sleep
elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the
servant’s quarters. However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed
along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy
walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those
who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable
name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN
WILD.
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