The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. She never touched the manuscript with pencil, but jotted down her notes on slips of paper and left them where he might easily find them. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band.
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