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“Those things are not for me just at present. I’m ashamed
to confess it, but I didn’t want the charge of you—a too close reminder of my
own lost babe. 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. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. Affixed to the
wall, in a conspicuous situation, was a large placard, which, after minutely
describing Sheppard's appearance and attire, concluded thus:—"Whoever will
discover or apprehend the above JOHN SHEPPARD, so that he be brought to
justice, shall receive ONE HUNDRED GUINEAS REWARD, to be paid by MR. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she.
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