So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn
voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring
him to prepare for eternity. 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. Wouldn't it be fun to see his name on a book-cover some day? He'll go strutting
up and down without ever dreaming he owed the whole shot to us. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the
melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains.
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