Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down 458 XXXI. You’ll end up dead, that’s what. Martin's on Ludgate-hill, and Christchurch in Newgate Street, were also distinguishable. Then she took her sister’s hand. Ennison started and looked anxiously at Anna. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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