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“It gives in a nutshell the miracle of art and the imagination. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey
XVII. In spite of the tumultuous joy which agitated him, the bridegroom could not
prevent the intrusion of some saddening thoughts, as he reflected upon the
melancholy scene which he had so recently witnessed in the same place. "To-night you shall be my
wedded wife. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but
though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. “Are
you looking for Mike? He’s working. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. ‘Don’t, miss,’ uttered the boy. She had been
obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who
had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his
mistress—guarding the door outside. She was standing before a window, against
the background of the rain-burdened April sky. "
"If I do, I care not," rejoined Wild; "I shall have lived to see you hanged. "Not
a farthing of it shall be expended except in the Captain's service.
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