The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. What's all this about, anyhow? You. " Animated by this trifling success, he proceeded with fresh ardour, and the rapidity of his progress was proclaimed by the heap of bricks, stones, and mortar which before long covered the floor. "That man should have been an Italian bravo," murmured the knight, sinking into a chair: "he has neither fear nor compunction.
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