. He sat down on the sill of the open window, folded his arms, and stared straight before him for a long time over the wilderness of tiles and chimney-pots into a sky that was blue and empty. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her. She was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. A white man, wandering about the streets of Canton at night, was a challenge to such a catastrophe. " "I care not why you did it," said Jack, sternly. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium.
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