. "Fear nothing, Sir," said the man, in a voice which Thames instantly recognised as that of Blueskin. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. "I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. ‘Gerald had to change both shirt and breeches. Jonathan Wild and his bloodhounds, with a hundred others, incited by the reward, will be upon my track. The night his execution was therefore passed in a most anxious state of mind; nor was his uneasiness allayed by the appearance of Jonathan Wild, who, after he had been driven from the roof of the jail, repaired to the Middle Stone Ward in a fit of ungovernable passion, to vent his rage upon the prisoner, whom he looked upon as the cause of the present calamity. He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. ‘He can’t be Valade, that’s certain,’ mused Gerald, unheeding. For a space he rode the whirligig.
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