"Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?"
"Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. She
was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a
great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether
feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her
short sleeve. My destiny, I
am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. . Too easily roused emotions and too little passion. In privacy
he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. He was speechless. Jonathan Wild, at this time, was on the high-road to the greatness which he
subsequently, and not long afterwards, obtained. The Storm. “And now tell me, please, how you eloped
from Morningside Park.
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