“Yes. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. Even the stars were strangers. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he felt that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the bell violently. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. His perception of her personal beauty deepened and quickened with each encounter.
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