” “What?” “That’s the devil of it!” “Devil of what?. I am called Melusine. ” “Yes, it is. Mark you, she wasn’t the only one. ‘I don’t know what the devil you’re talking about. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door.
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