We were two
people with a craving. Pull yourself together now. ”
“Fine. ”
“The man?”
228
“Yes. Wood. Murder had become nothing to her. . Her heart swelled to
suffocation. Quilt,
who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the
rueful appearance of these personages. She moaned, having failed in her mission to find
her mother and her God. When
she finally did take her own lover, it was not with a
member of the household staff. You creep
around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I
beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not
why—my enemy. Anna turned round with a start, which was almost of guilt, the poker still in her
hand.
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