And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. No one. Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. Some one may observe us.
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