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‘You will not believe any of my very clever lies. 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 leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Such a mystery as you have set up. I have brought disgrace upon you, and I haven’t been the right sort of wife at all.
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