’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master. To-night they say he will be conscious. But there was nothing in her bearing that a passer-by would have noted, to tell of the excitement that possessed her. —Jonathan Wild: August 31st, 1724.
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