She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. "Dog!" cried Wild, freeing himself by a powerful effort, and dealing Jack a violent blow with the heavy bludgeon, which knocked him backwards, "you are not yet a match for Jonathan Wild. He, next cautiously tried the door, but found it fastened inside. Sir John filled his glass with trembling hand. JONATHAN WILD.
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