Now keep still. Opening the door he then stepped into a dark narrow passage leading, as he was well aware, to the chapel. On the way home he was still thoughtful. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. “The plain common-sense of the case,” he said, “is that we can’t possibly be lovers in the ordinary sense. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild.
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