"Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames Darrell— am detained here by Jonathan Wild. She creaked, groaned, and rattled; but that was only her way of yawning when she awoke. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. But did Gerald trouble himself about her? No. I can't run in these heavy fetters. " Jonathan raised his bludgeon, but controlled himself by a powerful effort. Well, come back in half an hour. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. He shuddered. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. He was engaged in detesting Manning and himself in almost equal measure. However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN WILD.
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