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” Her voice trembled with suppressed passion. I was
standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. For the first time in her life she
had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!”
For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. It was not a difficult affair. She shuddered. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow. Maggot was equipped in a
light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke,
and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. He lit a cigarette and loitered
about. My father's chief
fear, I must tell you, is from the baneful influence of Jonathan Wild.
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