“I’ve brought you up some dinner, Vee,” she said. "
Thus urged, Jack reluctantly departed. He'll be
brought out at this door, and may probably make some resistance. You heard her. She battled with a deadly
faintness, and she tottered rather than walked back to her seat. "Mr. Were I not
Jonathan Wild, I'd be Jack Sheppard. "
And springing backwards, he darted suddenly through the door. ‘You would
know more of me?’
‘I would know everything about you,’ Gerald told her, his tone at once
provocative and inviting. This person, whose age might be about forty,
was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a
very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees;
black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden
heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. Here you only waste your time.
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