They sat face to face beneath an experienced-looking rucksack and a
brand new portmanteau and a leather handbag, in the afternoon-boat train that
goes from Charing Cross to Folkestone for Boulogne. "Damnation!" exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone,
snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the face of
the carpenter; "this is not the villain, Sir Cecil. He took into his soul some of the father's misery, some of the daughter's, to
mingle with his own. ’
The old man simply stared at her. If a
cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was
impossible. She resolved
not to allow him or her hunger detract from the
performance at hand, as it would be a special one, an
evening to be remembered in the gray days to follow like
a precious jewel. "If you won't disclose your name, I will for you!
You are Jonathan Wild!"
"Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and
black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!"
"Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. ”
It was settled. I shall have to discover one
suitable.
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