Jonathan Wild's House in the Old Bailey XVII. " "Traitor!" cried Sir Rowland—"damned—double-dyed traitor!" "Away with him," vociferated Jonathan to his myrmidons, who, having surrounded Trenchard, hurried him off to the coach before he could utter another word,—"first to Mr. ‘He just came. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’ ‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. "Farewell!" blubbered the executioner's wife, pressing his hand to her lips.
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