A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. She heard the television blaring away. 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. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again.
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