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How Jack hanged himself up by the persuasion of his.
friends, who broke their words, and left his neck in the noose.
Jack was a professed enemy to implicit faith, and yet I dare say it was never more strongly exerted nor more basely abused than upon this occasion.

He was now, with his old friends, in the state of a poor disbanded officer after a peace, or rather a wounded soldier after a battle; like an old favourite of a cunning Minister after the job is over, or a decayed beauty to a cloyed lover in quest of new game, or like a hundred such things that one sees every day.

There were new intrigues, new views, new projects, on foot.

Jack's life was the purchase of Diego's friendship; much good may it do them.