270 “Curse that boy!” He chuckled and stomped the water. His mother's scream seemed again to ring in his ears, and he was so deeply affected that, fearful of exciting attention, he was about to quit the sacred edifice, when he was stopped by the entrance of Thames, who looked pale as death, with Winifred leaning on his arm. He made his speech a little elaborately. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. "Not a moment is to be lost," whispered Jonathan to Trenchard. The mighty concourse became for a moment still. "Rot, weren't they?" "No.
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