This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I
beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not
why—my enemy. "Hoddy, Hoddy!… No, no! This is my father!" warned Ruth. From this peaceful scene Jack's eye fell upon
Jonathan, who, seated upon the stile, under the shade of an elder tree, was
evidently watching him. There were too many kills, too many unsolved files in too
many cabinets. By and by the tramp of horses' feet was heard slowly ascending Snow Hill, and
presently a troop of grenadier guards rode into the area facing Newgate. Probably she was married years ago and is now
merely on the way to her husband's house. Jack Kimble nodded eagerly.
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