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’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You must be got rid of, that is seen. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. " "Perhaps, I wasn't," returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. "What shall I say? Shall I tell you, or shall I leave you in the dark—as I must always leave her? What shall I say except that I am accursed of men? Yes; I have loved something—her mother. That was the true miracle of the gift; without actual experience, to imagine love and hate and greed and how they would react upon each other; and then, when these passions had served their temporary purpose, to cast them aside for new imaginings. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. There one comes to a relationship that Mr. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me.
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