Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days. These were presently joined by a regiment of foot. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. ToC After a few minutes' rapid walking, during which neither party uttered a word, Jonathan Wild and his companion had passed Saint Paul's, dived down a thoroughfare on the right, and reached Thames Street.
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