"
"And you married me, knowing?"
"I married the man who bought a sing-song girl to give her her freedom. "
"Well, Sir, his name?"
"Jonathan Wild. “You’ll have to take her!” shouted an inspector on horseback, and she echoed
his cry: “You’ll have to take me!” They seized upon her and lifted her, and she
screamed. He would
get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop
in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint
at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. That her husband was not touching her anymore grew
to be like a disease, something to be cured. Carp,
tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines
were sold.
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