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She was the social leader of Morningside Park, and in her superficial and euphuistic way an extremely kind and pleasant woman. Strongly impregnated with the mingled odours of tobacco, ale, brandy, and other liquors, the atmosphere was almost stifling. Finding it impossible to descend on any side, without incurring serious risk, Jack resolved to return for his blanket, by the help of which he felt certain of accomplishing a safe landing on the roof of the house in Giltspur Street. “Where am I?” he muttered. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the basilisk glance of Jonathan Wild, and paused. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners.
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