Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the
orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already
described. Where's Jonathan?"
Inquiries were instantly made after that individual, but he was nowhere to be
found. A woman is
supposed to know when a man is in love with her. But her cries, instead of moving her assailant's compassion, only
added to his fury. Her husband had caught her leaning over a precipice
into the ruins of the oubliette, and had punished her by
flogging her back with a switch. However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed
along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy
walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those
who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable
name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN
WILD.
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