" "It matters not who I am," replied Jonathan, taking the money. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. Books; an inexplicable hunger to be satisfied.
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