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Much to my amazement, as soon as I was in her presence I forgot about my magic and thought only of love. When other kids got sick at school, they always had Moms who would rescue them within minutes. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. The place for reading. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. ‘And if not her, for she is dead, then me. He returned, blue towel in hand. Sheppard. Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse.
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