A door, it may be remembered, opened from Wild's dwelling into this yard. And, stretching out his hand, he lifted the
dark object from the flood. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. "A little suffering will do him good. So he marched into the street, primarily bent
upon making the favourable discovery. As soon as he could be moved with safety, Jonathan had himself transported to
Newgate, where he was carried into the Middle Ward, that he might feast his
eyes upon his victim. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors,
growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. “Who’ll
mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent.
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