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. Mary
Remenham had passed on her every feature to the daughter whose advent had
taken her from this world. The old man was conducted to Jack's cell by the turnkey, who remained near him
during their interview. ’
Gerald controlled a quivering lip. Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that
of Antinous. They were going up the slope into Waterloo Station. When the carpenter concluded his
recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost in reflection. "
"And you married me, knowing?"
"I married the man who bought a sing-song girl to give her her freedom.
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