I haven't forgotten her previous history. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. “By Jove!” he exclaimed. An unwelcome idea came to him. . But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child. What is the use of it? I do not wish to marry you. She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. This circumstance produced no further alteration in his demeanour except that he endeavoured to abstract himself from the surrounding scene, and bend his attention to the prayers which the ordinary was reciting. In a fit of despondency, superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression produced by the spectacle —such the alarm occasioned by the crazy state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course, attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely abandoned. Not all of us, but some of us. . " "What means this idle boasting, villain?" said Thames.
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