A good woman’s mind has angels with flaming swords at the portals to keep out
fallen thoughts. He would
get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop
in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint
at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood,
and who appeared to be dying. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language,
and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this
companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his
hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of
their discourse.
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