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‘I don’t know what the devil you’re
talking about. Kneebone, who had drained his glass
to the restoration of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of
Hanover, more frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the
trio set out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible. I followed you home on the train. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands
of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. The flicker of an eyelash might
betray his presence. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did
not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. For the first time in her life she
had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide.
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