And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever.
"It won't do, widow," said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his approach, "so you may spare your breath.

Come, come, be reasonable, and listen to me.

Your kid has already brought me good luck, and may bring me still more if his edication's attended to.

This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady, who made a false step on leaving your house.

If I'd been in the way, instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened." As he said this, a slight noise was heard without.
"What's that ?" ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards the window.