ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. "This gash," he added, pointing to one of the larger scars, "was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I apprehended for the murder of Mrs. Lincoln lost to Glenbrook South miserably, the score eight to two.
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