She would then hear his feet pounding up the steps and he would burst into whatever room she was sitting in and say, “There she is! My wife! Hiding her beauty from the world!” He would then run to her, grab her book or embroidery and unceremoniously toss them to the floor. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison. “Yes?” he said. “Oh my God! You sounded like my Grandma just now! How did you do that?” He asked, shocked.
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