Sheppard, vainly trying to discover a gleam of compassion
in the thief-taker's inexorable countenance,—"Mercy! mercy!"
"Pshaw!" rejoined Jonathan. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't
know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me
of my mother. "You have said," pursued the widow, "that she, who has once erred, is
irreclaimable. ’
‘Who’s bleeding to death?’ demanded Trodger. He has a very summary
mode of dealing with refractory persons, I assure you. ’
Was there a careful note in her voice? Gerald gave no sign, keeping his own
tone light. "What are you waiting for?" asked Jack, impatiently. The pair then
descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over
the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted
Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door.
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