She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. ‘But you will not be in a convent. Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. She rose from her chair, and began walking up and down the room restlessly. He was sipping a glass of cold gin and water, and smoking a short black pipe. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. . The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly.
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