‘Where are you taking me?’ she asked, assuming a fearful accent. ToC "At length this tragedy is at an end," said Mr. ‘Playing games to tease me, that’s all he can think of doing. They were the same. In the distance a bell clanged, and chattering broke out in the doorway as several nuns came crowding in. One never knew when it would be necessary to resume her disguise. The advanced guard had endeavoured to disperse the mob in Field Lane, but were not prepared to meet with the resistance they encountered. Yet you make our Bohemianism seem like a vulgar thing. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724. Sheppard, that I fear any further anxiety might prove fatal to him.
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