They sat down in a covered pavilion that housed a grimy picnic table and a dingy fire pit. No doubt there’s some little mistake. This was occasioned by Jonathan Wild, who was seen to mount his horse and join the train. “Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. “He would never have found you out if you had not personated me. Stanley, at the door. ” “You will have no objection to his remaining here?” he asked. The unfortunate carpenter struggled violently, but ineffectually. The darkness prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any communication by words with him. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen.
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