As he hesitated, unable to make up his mind what to do for the best, a heavy rumbling on the cobbles penetrated his absorption. The houses on Snow Hill were thronged, like those in Old Bailey. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. Hurrying on, his progress was soon checked by a strong door, several inches in thickness, and nearly as wide as the passage. Even you have not been able to hold her back. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's.
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