He saw rifts in clouds—sunshine. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. The agonized mother could scarcely repress a scream at the spectacle that met her gaze. It was a night of storm and terror, which promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. I went at last when I had barely a shilling in my purse to a dramatic agent.
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