‘I’ll send one of my men to see you here this very evening. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames. " "On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately. . He kissed her lightly on the lips. "Shpeak up, vill you?" cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the hatch. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages.
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