" There was a pause. And so
Winifred understood him. There was—a service. "
"Mad as you are, you're the more sensible of the two, I must say," rejoined
Jonathan. At any rate, he began to deliberately personate him. Yesterday!—who cared?
To-morrow!—who knew?
"Porpoise," she said, touching his hand. . "From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be
expected but treachery?"
With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig
over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat
over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in
the best way he could. . Saint Giles's Round-house
XIII. Save us!" he cried, as his glance accidentally alighted on the
drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her agitation. . Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as
she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness.
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