Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. A smile flickered upon her lips as she glanced towards Brendon, who was very serious indeed. Her birthday was four months away, and that, at its extremist point, might give her another five pounds. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. "If you won't disclose your name, I will for you! You are Jonathan Wild!" "Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!" "Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. I don’t believe any one could have traced us here.
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