She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. It was not human and yet very human, a high pitched wail of hunger that rattled her skull. 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. Availing himself of certain inequalities in the door, he soon managed to climb up to the roof; and securing his feet against a slight projection in the wall, began to use the fork with great effect. Bulging out more in the middle than at the two extremities, it resembled an enormous cask set on its end, —a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large scale,—and this resemblance was increased by the small circular aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced, like the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some distance from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths. Some shadow of reserve seemed to have crept up between them. Around him were all the evidences of plenty. Again, he would ask a few questions, and Ruth would answer them. He had a wild impulse to shout. Stanley’s acquaintance in the train and shown him one or two trifling civilities.
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