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. The Dawn Pearl! To be
with her constantly, with no diversions to serve as barricades! Damn McClintock
for putting this thought in his head—that Ruth loved him!
He flung himself upon the beach, face downward, his outflung hands digging
into the sand: which was oddly like his problem—he could not grip it. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged,
white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who
wanted a Companion. To-morrow I shall come and talk to
you again—of other things. Jonathan, however, was well
acquainted with the road. ’
Lucy was silent for a space, once again wearing that inscrutable expression. I wish she wouldn’t look like that at us over her glasses.
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