" "Hold your tongue!" cried Mrs. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. She yielded it without protest, as though unconsciously. Traversing Angel Court, and Green Arbour Court,—celebrated as one of Goldsmith's retreats,—he speedily reached Seacoal Lane, and pursuing the same course, which he and Thames had formerly taken, arrived at the yard at the back of Jonathan's habitation. K-kimble, sir,’ stammered the lad. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl.
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