Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted,
and hoisted at the end of poles; windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if
by magic, the street was instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both
sexes, armed with such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in
such garments as could be most easily slipped on. John
exited quickly from the side of the stage and returned to
where his mother and father sat. He was leaning against a window
frame, his hat in his hand. “Time for my Patience,” she said. "What's the matter with the man?" demanded Wild. Kneebone in a conciliatory tone. She
washed her face twice after making smudgy eyeshadow
and lipstick errors. I don’t
see that men need bank it with the women. “Just like old times,” she thought sardonically. "Nothing!" echoed the other,
scornfully. I think she
might be up to something. The only circumstance which served to awaken
a darker feeling in his breast was, that his implacable foe Jonathan Wild had
survived the wound inflicted by Blueskin, and was slowly recovering.
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