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And yet, Spurlock was afraid of the
doctor; so was Ruth. "He must be somewhere hereabouts," cried one of the horsemen, dismounting. It’s all very fine and all
that, Vee, this freedom, but it isn’t going to work. Manning, relinquishing his cup without answering
her question, “when I hear you talk of earning a living, it’s as if I heard of an
archangel going on the Stock Exchange—or Christ selling doves. Through all
he said ran one quality that pleased her—the quality of a man who feels that
things can be done, that one need not wait for the world to push one before one
moved. She was at the end of girlhood and on the eve of a
woman’s crowning experience. It might prove rewarding. Even the stars were strangers. Had she not seen them go
forth with tracts in their pockets and grins in their beards? To set fire to his
imagination, to sting his sense of chivalry into being, to awaken his manhood,
she must present some irresistible project. Of course she had taken the boy as her
lover, acting as his muse. I want to get away. Mother—dear mother!" he
added, clasping her in his arms, "Look at me again. Has he given you the tools?"
"He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. I am Jonathan Wild.
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