When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. It isn’t sentiment but it’s horse sense. The great gray boles of the palms
reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there
were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted
the sections as they entered their vans. John did not see her until the last period. Then Alderman Dunstable, who had hitherto been
silent, broke out into speech and went off at a tangent, and gave his personal
impressions of quite a number of his fellow-councillors. It is the same man, for he raved in the
hospital, and they fetched me. He has no imagination, no real generosity. "
"Iss, Massa Ireton," replied the black. Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his left foot upon
it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look so stern upon Jonathan,
that the thief-taker quailed before it. ’
Obediently, Gerald rose and walked to the other end of the parlour. " And, dexterously applying the implement, he forced open
the lock.
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