All of us were fussy, colicky babies from what she tells me. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. But here,—even here, the demon was suffered to intrude, and Jack's thoughts were distracted by Jonathan Wild, who stood at a little distance from him, and kept his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him during the whole of the service. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. He rose, steadied himself, then walked out of the dining room. And Mother trusted him.
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