Yet her hands dropped, and she sighed deeply. Did she suppose him a possible pretender to her daughter’s
hand? The girl—Dorothée, if memory served—was clearly marriageable, but he
imagined most of these unhappy exiles were all but penniless. "If you won't disclose your name, I will for you!
You are Jonathan Wild!"
"Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and
black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!"
"Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. Money was not necessary; indeed, it would
have embarrassed all concerned. ‘How is your plan now, mon brave?’ Melusine taunted. Eh bien,
she must use her tongue against him. “Dear old Daddy,” she said, “he’ll make a fearful fuss.
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