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I feel that I shall stifle unless I can do something—and do something soon. Easily I could have killed you. 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. I have only seen your sister for a very brief time, and I am a little past the age when a man does headstrong things. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. “You told me that your name was Meysey Hill. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. ” “Pleased to meet you, Doctor Diedermayer. You simply can’t. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him. ” “Of course,” he said, reaching out his hand tentatively for his hat, “I could go away even now. ” “What ball?” The question was rhetorical.
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