Jonathan Wild brought him off. He had nothing to guide
him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on
the side of the building. He would give The Tigress a triple coat of paint, and take these two on a long
cruise, wherever they wanted to go—Roundhead and Seraph, the blunderbus and
the flaming angel. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in
bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and
whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of
furniture. He was in
love with her! She tried to grasp all the welter of values in the situation
simultaneously, and draw some conclusion from their disorder. "He will pull through?"
"Positively.
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