She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. “Mean as an old mule, too. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. Tell her, that more than once, when about to commit some desperate offence, I have been restrained by her gentle image. The chapel was again crowded with visitors, and every eye—even that of Jonathan Wild who had come thither to deride him,—was fixed upon him.
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