Lucy could feel blood welling underneath a bump half swelling and already half-healing on her scalp. She knew the story only imperfectly, and followed it now with a passionate and deepening interest. His countenance was almost as white and rigid as that of the corpse by his side. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. The Wastrel did not relish this. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. She knew, or guessed his mission too, for more than once their eyes met, and she laughed mockingly at him. She shook her head.
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