As soon as he could be moved with safety, Jonathan had himself transported to Newgate, where he was carried into the Middle Ward, that he might feast his eyes upon his victim. Rousing himself, he went to the door. Were it not for your voice, I don't think I should know you. He has been lodged in every round-house in the metropolis, and has broken out of them all, and boasts that no prison can hold him. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night.
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