It
was a motor accident—a fatal motor accident the evening papers called it. It may be
treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures present happiness,
and that is sufficient. "I am, Charcoal. So he dashed
himself from the highest turret of the castle he had made
to the rocks below!”
“Lucy, open the door, it’s me, Martin. Ah!" she screamed, with a sudden change of manner; and
pointing to the window, which Jack had left open, and at which a dark figure was
standing, "there is Jonathan Wild!"
"Betrayed!" exclaimed Jack, glancing in the same direction. "
"Keep it," said Trenchard, haughtily. She’s right upstairs. I just want him, and no one else will do.
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