How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down 458 XXXI. " "Do you call ten guineas easy terms?" cried Wood, with a look of dismay. Until the last moment she was afraid. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair. "In case he should consent—" "He never will," interrupted Winifred. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were pierced. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. All the turnkeys were assembled. ” He looked interrogation with a faint smile.
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