The pair then
descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over
the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted
Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. Wood, at the top of her voice. ‘Don’t be silly. He’s out in Phoenix last I heard. ‘The outcome, I think, is in
very little doubt. . Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a
right pelter. Drummond patted him on the shoulder. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big
wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Annabel had been here then. But when she reached the pavement outside her teeth were
clenched, and she carried herself unconsciously an inch or so higher. "If the best nag ever
foaled were to throw me in this unlucky spot, I'd blow his brains out.
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