Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. More than half the city perished. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. My name is Wild— Jonathan Wild. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane.
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