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"Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. ‘The old man who lives here, idiot. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. ’ The mention of Alderley’s name, as Roding had confidently expected, caused the soldiers’ eyes to veer across to the young lady again, this time with a good deal less sympathy, and much more uncertainty. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. "It's Jonathan Wild come back with a troop of constables at his heels, to search the house," rejoined Mrs. What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless.

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