‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. He’s dead. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. Spurlock has gone. She began to read, and presently she entered another world, and remained in it for two hours. The order was promptly obeyed, and the horses proceeded at a furious pace along the Edgeware Road.
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