She hated living like that. How Jonathan Wild's House was burnt down
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XXXI. I have pleaded
with her—no wonder that I have pleaded with her in vain. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who
wrote novels ought to be strung up. Jove, he didn’t take to it kindly, I can tell you. And in the
Avenue she had an encounter with Ramage. He dressed rather after the fashion of the West End than the City, and
affected a cultured urbanity that somehow disconcerted and always annoyed Ann
Veronica’s father extremely. "
"A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard, and a face
as sly as a fox's?"
"Hem!" replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; "the description's
not amiss.
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