As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. This one was Henry Esmond, that one the melancholy Marius, and so forth and so on; never any villains. From the first, Ann Veronica found him an exceptionally interesting man. The monster, Wild, when he visited my dungeon last night, told me, to add to my misery, that she occupied a cell near me. They all left the room. “You must remember,” she said, “that you yourself are responsible for your altered looks.
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