’ ‘It was so,’ said Valade, becoming a trifle more fluent. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. Not MY affair. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown callous to both; but I'm not used to compassion, and know not how to take it. "You've been quizzing my friend Kent, I perceive, in your Burlington Gate.
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