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"If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. This amazing world she had set forth to discover! Yesterday at this time she had had no thought in her head about Canton. By the time she was done, the bodies in the bathtub were gathering flies. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. Were I not Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. She felt that she had passed a difficult corner, and that now she could go on talking with him again, just as she had been used to do before she understood what was the matter with her. He kissed her cheek. "What is this!" cried Sir Rowland. She could tell that he probably wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the opportunity. She approached this field with her usual liveliness of apprehension.
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