ToC Jonathan Wild, meanwhile, had quitted the house. "The Chevalier shall hear of this," whispered the woollen-draper. He stopped before her suddenly. “I suppose there’s no way of getting a decent income—independently. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. “I will wait for you on the pavement, if you like,” he said, “but I am going to the ‘Unusual’ with you. ] CHAPTER XI The second call energized her into action. The sidewalk resonated with the pounding of cold rain by the time she left the building.
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