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I will hold
Hilary in check, never fear. . You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he
broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in
our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. There must be something, one feels, in ideas
that achieve persistently a successful resurrection. ‘I might have killed you,’ she snapped, ‘if only you did not say anything. Good heavens! She was discussing love-making. Wild in his
own domain. The
queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was
symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew,
could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the
almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account.
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