She did not wait, but grabbed up the lantern and slid into the passage, calling to them to hurry. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me. 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. ‘How she pouted, and tried to make out that she had been imposed upon. Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off.
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