Of what was she
thinking? She must rescue herself. Some years ago, in 1715, just
before the Rebellion, I was rash enough to league myself with the Jacobite party,
and by Wild's machinations got clapped into Newgate, whence I was glad to
escape with my head upon my shoulders. She was a large, resilient girl, with
a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty
contralto voice. She saw its depraved eyes, but worse were
the glittering teeth as it smiled. If you fall upon a good pearl, buy it in barter
and pay me out of your salary. Gerald’s voice came back to her, saying that she
could not hope to outwit “a man who means business”. I
can no longer bear to address you by that formal madame.
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