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. “Then I will do what I can,” Anna promised. ’
‘Well, she didn’t walk through the walls, that’s certain,’ said Hilary acidly. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly
look. Her thoughts were busy with
the possibilities of this break in her journey. I had dreamt of the olive
grove beyond the courtyard I had once been fascinated
198
with as a boy. ‘Come, cry
a truce.
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