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‘You the fellow Gerald spoke
to?’
Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. I have never told you so, or
Sydney, but I can sing—rather well. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young
woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas
cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. But it is not your name. "If you won't disclose your name, I will for you!
You are Jonathan Wild!"
"Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and
black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I am Jonathan Wild!"
"Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity. ”
“The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. "Woman, your wits are fled!"
And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly,
"I can't find the key. To fall upon
those tales for the first time, when the mind was fresh and the heart was young!
He became aware of an odd phase to this conversation. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress;
never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried.
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