’
For a moment or two there was dead silence in the parlour. Too much, perhaps. . She is not in the least like the descriptions
of her. ”
It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and
the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. "Yale!" Spurlock's gaze shifted to the dead hills beyond the window;
when it returned to the Chinaman there was astonishment instead of interest: as
if Ah Cum had been a phantom a moment since and was now actually a human
being. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’
‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. You would rather live like the scum
of the earth, in that little brown hovel you call a house, in
bourgeois paradise. ToC
After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word,
Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a
thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street.
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