" Enschede stepped into the proa, and the natives shoved off. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if it hadn't been for him. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. He eyed the young couple with the tragic history behind them, and could only suppose that familiarity had dulled their senses. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact.
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