" "The New Prison!" exclaimed Sheppard. ” “What is it that I should plan for in life?” “Life itself is glorious enough. It would be a great matter, I must own, to bring Jonathan Wild to justice. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. He had not proceeded far when he was alarmed by the tramp of a horse, which seemed to be rapidly approaching, and he had scarcely time to leap the hedge and conceal himself behind a tree, when a tall man, enveloped in an ample cloak, with his hat pulled over his brows, rode by at full speed. "Why did I want it under my pillow?" he asked. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls.
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