"From Jonathan Wild's confidential servant what could be
expected but treachery?"
With this, he proceeded to dress himself in Quilt Arnold's clothes, pulled the wig
over his face and eyes so as completely to conceal his features, slouched the hat
over his brows, drew the huge boots above his knees, and muffled himself up in
the best way he could. No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became aware,
from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from the flashing of
various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some disturbance was going
on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in the midst of the mob, he
thought it prudent to come to a halt. What was the fellow doing in this part
of the town? Had not Lady Bicknacre said he was living at Paddington?
The Frenchman, booted and neat in buckskin breeches and a plain frockcoat, a
flat-brimmed hat on his head, paused a moment at an intersection with one of the
roads leading north, apparently seeking a street sign. “He’s a Fellow of the Royal Society, and he can’t be much over thirty,” said
Miss Klegg. It was clear it must be to-morrow. ” Lucy sat patiently as she was
improved. Do you know, Lady Ferringhall, I am proud that your sister permits me to
call myself her friend. She went past
three keenly observant and ostentatiously preoccupied waiters down the thickcarpeted staircase and out of the Hotel Rococo, that remarkable laboratory of
relationships, past a tall porter in blue and crimson, into a cool, clear night.
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