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Slowly and reluctantly she came to realize that Vivie Warren was what is
called an “ideal. Anna nodded as she briskly crossed the pavement. "You are
my prisoner. "I guess who you mean," rejoined Shotbolt. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I
beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not
why—my enemy. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on
horseback, which was also unsympathetic. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again,
hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and
crashing beyond the secret door. ‘But to do only what one wishes, it is not always
convenient. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. "
"Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel,
in broken English.
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