We are not animals. My father's chief fear, I must tell you, is from the baneful influence of Jonathan Wild. " "Nor any one else in his senses," rejoined Wood, with a laugh. I can't spare you at present. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. Has he given you the tools?" "He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief.
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