Wood's dwelling,—a plain, substantial, commodious farm-house. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. " "Where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. 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. Stanley’s pace slackened. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue.
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