Jonathan Wild?" asked the attendant, in great trepidation. "
"What is this to me, Sir?" said Trenchard, cutting him short. But she was disturbed,
mysteriously disturbed. "Where is the boy?" demanded Sir Rowland. A moment before, the surface
of the stream was black as ink. But if we had gone
under—!”
They regarded one another silently, and Ann Veronica had one of her
penetrating flashes. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high
road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance
from the church. ‘Ah. ‘Pen and paper, do you have them?’
‘Danged if I have,’ came the truculent response. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but
fitted in all the right places, he smirked.
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