There was a long silence between them. They were silent for a time. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. ToC Scarcely an hour after the horrible occurrence just related, as Jonathan Wild was seated in the audience-chamber of his residence at the Old Bailey, occupied, like Peachum, (for whose portrait he sat,) with his account-books and registers, he was interrupted by the sudden entrance of Quilt Arnold, who announced Jack Sheppard and Blueskin. Even Capes had been for her merely an excitant to passionate love—a mere idol at whose feet one could enjoy imaginative wallowings. She mentally reprimanded herself to alter her own visage so as not to appear depraved. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from you. You come with those clear eyes of yours, as valiant as an angel.
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