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And he hastily related the occurrences in Jonathan Wild's house. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other,
his amazement indescribable. “With your permission,” he said to Anna, “I shall arrange a bed for him where he
is. She drew her naked arms
around herself. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently
forgotten for the moment. On
a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of
young Buddha. ‘And so you sneak back,’ she threw at him, ‘like the jackal that you are. “Tell him to drive—anywhere,” she exclaimed. May I ask the
nature of your interest in her?”
He hesitated. Wished to see you.
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