Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. ‘Come,’ she called. “Rummy lot we are!” said Roddy. By the time I had recovered myself she had gone. He was almost paralyzed with nervousness and desire. The room in which he was detained—that lately occupied by the Mohocks, who, it appeared, had been allowed to depart,—was calculated to inspire additional apprehension and disgust. The sun was setting in spectacular multicolored streams beyond Whitefield Park. ‘In love? I? Don’t be ridiculous. I know faces. I am not boring you, am I?” She raised her eyes to his and smiled into his face. But he reckoned without his host.
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