Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the basilisk glance of Jonathan Wild, and paused. About the Abbey and Abingdon Street stood the outer pickets and detachments of the police, their attention all directed westward to where the women in Caxton Hall, Westminster, hummed like an angry hive. They don’t know who did it, actually. I'll stamp twice when we've done.
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