” “I thought so,” Courtlaw said. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. ” Ann Veronica turned her back on the Michaelmas daisies, and faced toward the house with an air of a duty completed. His stories had enchanted her, even if in some deep corner of her heart she guessed they were not entirely true. But it was only when that damned scoundrel nearly spitted you in the chapel—’ He broke off and, to her intense satisfaction she saw he was not as much in command of himself as he would have her believe. It is no fault of your own that you are not at this moment standing there with your head blown off. Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey XVII.
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