"Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames. “Muck-headed moral ass! I ought to have done anything. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind. ’ ‘The nuns?’ she said, gazing at him innocently. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir.
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