On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. "From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be expected but treachery?" With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in the best way he could. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. Who was he to tread on her dreams? She had heroworshipped an unscrupulous adventurer, who had not hesitated to impose on her youth and her ignorance. The hand which the man had been holding hung limp and nerveless at her side. Anyhow he confessed that he was a fraud. “There’s no delusions, so far as I know,” said Ann Veronica.
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