But here,—even here, the demon was
suffered to intrude, and Jack's thoughts were distracted by Jonathan Wild, who
stood at a little distance from him, and kept his bloodthirsty eyes fixed on him
during the whole of the service. "I'll be back in a minute. Indeed, if he had been ignorant of it, the sound of voices which he
could faintly distinguish, would have served as a caution to him. On his return to the room, Jonathan purposely left the door of the Well Hole ajar. She felt like Snow White in
a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Chapter XXVIII
THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE”
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the
gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Section 3.
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