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"
"Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan
Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. ”
She tried to plan her proceedings in detail. V. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a
roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than
Shari’s low cut numbers. "
"I should like to satisfy myself on that score," rejoined Wild, drily. The air might be cool, but half an hour without
head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. Spurling, as if struck by a sudden idea. I was not even sure whether it was
loaded. And Ramage too—about Ramage there would always be that air of
avidity, that air of knowledge and inquiry, the mixture of things in his talk that
were rather good with things that were rather poor. Not a moment is to be lost. Several arrests of importance have been intrusted to him; but, forewarned,
forearmed, we have constantly baffled his schemes;—ha! ha! Jonathan's a
devilish clever fellow. ”
He was still conscious when they reached the hospital and his state was much
more favourable. Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. The place for reading.
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