Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat. Her gown was minimalist compared to those concoctions of boning and lace of long ago, she reflected, but that did not stop it from getting caught on 134 brambles and twigs. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the attendant withdrew. ‘Would that your mistress were as trusting. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band.
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