“Um, okay. Wood
fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. ’
‘You see, I am of them,’ she said seriously, ‘but not with them—yet. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?”
There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. Wild's orders. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped
with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. "
"Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. “As my lady wills. You are the one person I can
understand and feel—feel right with. They were Jonathan Wild and Quilt Arnold. I wonder if she has any idea how oddly beautiful she is?"
Ruth at that precise moment was engaged by a relative wonder. “Perhaps for me,” she added,
with a sudden wistful look out of the bare high window, “a night of beginnings.
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