ToC
Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May,
1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one
afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the
houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular
habitation. ’
‘I’m afraid you are right. When night fell, he crept into the town of Tottenham. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street
towards Hatton Garden. On one side of the handbill a print of the reigning sovereign, Anne,
had been pinned over the portrait of William the Third, whose aquiline nose,
keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were just visible above the diadem of the queen. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the
heathen nation called America. . "
"Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land
lies. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards
was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. That was one of the
mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service
that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. Perhaps because I don’t know. “Whither away?” he said, very distinctly in a curiously wheedling voice.
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