I can’t. She listened with growing apprehension to the tale that Gerald told, omitting any mention of pistols and daggers, and at the end delivered herself of various expletives highly unsuited to a lady of her advanced years. And it’s no use thinking he’d stop her. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. Some day I may forgive you; but not now. This was enough for the poor widow. "Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. " "A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face as sly as a fox's?" "Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's not amiss. “Yes,” he said, “I shall come. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down 458 XXXI. " "That's me," interposed Jonathan; "a thief-taker is always a murderer in the eyes of a thief. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear.
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