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A simple wooden monument was placed over the grave, but without any name or date. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. The pieces fell to the ground in a little white shower. She was watching him intently. Prom a knot of idlers at a public-house, he learnt that Jonathan Wild had just ridden past, and that his setters were scouring the country in every direction. There’s that old gentleman at the end of the table—Bullding his name is. “When are you going away?” He asked. No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem.
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