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. His hunger satisfied, his spirits began to revive, and with this change of mood all his natural audacity returned. Another day of nonsuccess would mean many disagreeable things. “You are very stupid, Anna,” she said. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. “Girl friends. The big gray spaces of London, the shop-lit, greasy, shining streets, had become very remote; the biological laboratory with its work and emotions, the meetings and discussions, the rides in hansoms with Ramage, were like things in a book read and closed. The thousand voices which a few moments before had been so clamorous were now hushed. After pursuing the fugitive as before related, Jonathan Wild returned to his own habitation, where he was occupied during the remainder of the night with Quilt Arnold and Obadiah Lemon in removing everything which, in case of a search, might tend to criminate him. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. “Do you mean in looks?” she asked.
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