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“I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. " "You read those yarns?" Spurlock's head came about, and there was eagerness in his eyes. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. Wild has done his business. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. Perhaps that was why Sheila began to observe Lucy, because both of them were poignantly aware of Lucy’s otherness. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. Wood fancied he heard the exulting laugh of Jonathan Wild. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man.
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