Sir John once more looked around him. "When I am dead you will
learn it. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a
significant look at Thames. Ye gods! what a
wilderness it is! Every one trying to get the better of every one, every one
regardless of every one—it’s one of those days when every one bumps against
you—every one pouring coal smoke into the air and making confusion worse
confounded, motor omnibuses clattering and smelling, a horse down in the
Tottenham Court Road, an old woman at the corner coughing dreadfully—all the
painful sights of a great city, and here you come into it to take your chances. He would advise you how to get rid of the fellow. But even with that furniture it
remained extremely vague, the possible good and the possible evil as well!
The possible evil! “I’ll go,” said Ann Veronica for the hundredth time. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came
“growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme
seriousness.
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