My father's chief
fear, I must tell you, is from the baneful influence of Jonathan Wild. “Why not? They tell me that London is impossible till after ten, and I want my
first impressions to be favourable. ”
“I mean—”
“I behaved like an idiot, that’s all. “Who took care of you after she died?”
“My father. "
"Well, I never was more surprised in my life," said the poet,—"never!"
"He's just the man I expected to see," observed Hogarth, who, having arranged
everything to Thornhill's satisfaction, had turned to look at the prisoner, and was
now with his chin upon his wrist, and his elbow supported by the other hand,
bending his keen gray eyes upon him, "just the man! Look at that light, lithe
figure,—all muscle and activity, with not an ounce of superfluous flesh upon it. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. He placed his chin upon the top of her head. Gentlemen,—Mr. I will dedicate my books
to you. What befell Jack Sheppard in the Turner's House
408
XXII.
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