She dreaded living off the land again, like an animal, as she had done for dozens of years at a stretch. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. She sat perfectly still, however. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. Manning displayed distress. I’ll announce myself. She hastened past. Hers were less noble, yet stately. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. The Times slipped from his fingers. 1.
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