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The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. "It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild. “I will MAKE you love me! Until he has faded—faded into a memory. Dear God, what a beautiful moment!" The fire went out of Spurlock's eyes and the shadow of hopeless weariness fell upon him.
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