" The hint was not lost upon Wood. Strewn across the bed was a multitude of jumbled garments. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey. He was braver than her husband, who paced and cowered in the corners of the once-sunny Palazzo. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. Their duty was to see who came in, or went out; to lock up, and open the different wards; to fetter such prisoners as were ordered to be placed in irons; to distribute the allowances of provision; and to maintain some show of decorum; for which latter purpose they were allowed to carry whips and truncheons. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. To-night all this may seem hard and cruel.
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