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” He dropped his eye-glass with a clatter. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. . Jonathan Wild, at this time, was on the high-road to the greatness which he subsequently, and not long afterwards, obtained. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp.
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