What had urged her to wrench loose and fly was the guarding instinct of the good woman. "Please, Hoddy, always tell me when do I things wrong. Sheppard raised her eyes, and fixed them upon her interrogator. Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. There was some one there. Righting, however, instantly afterwards, she scudded with the greatest rapidity over the boiling waves, to whose mercy she was now entirely abandoned. Love anywhere. . . This person, whose age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters, fastened by small silver buckles. I'm a graybeard, an old bachelor; so I am accorded certain privileges. But if he speaks—I fear what he may tell. The pair then descended Saffron-hill, threaded Field-lane, and, entering Holborn, passed over the little bridge which then crossed the muddy waters of Fleet-ditch, mounted Snow-hill, and soon drew in the bridle before Jonathan Wild's door. ‘I have first some affairs to finish.
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