She still could not muster the strength to leave. ’ ‘Don’t you dare. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. A small handgun bobbed at the end of it, aimed at Sheila. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form.
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