It was a clear, lovely, October morning. ‘Where the devil have you been?’
‘Consorting with a nun in the gardens. He, next, tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of
the pier, in the hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with
which, as a man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were
pierced. The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state of mind;
nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after
he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to the Middle Stone Ward
in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rage upon the prisoner, whom he
looked upon as the cause of the present calamity.
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