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‘There is no one who could have told him this. He himself, middle-aged, steeped in traditions of the City and moneymaking, very ill-skilled in all the lighter graces of life, as he himself well knew, could yet come to her invested with something of the halo of romance by the almost magical powers of an unlimited banking account. "Good-bye, Mac. She was my first love. She could not make up her mind which was the finer, more elemental thing, which gave its values to the other. I shouldn't care to express an opinion. Wild wishes to keep a man out of the way, he'll speedily find the means to do so. Not even, it seemed, this interfering monsieur le major. Determined, however, not be taken with life, he held on. All the same, I wish I had that fellow by the throat! Just the virile, unregenerate man in me wishes that. His sister followed. Ever since the discovery of his relationship to the Trenchard family, a marked change had taken place in Jack's demeanour and looks, which were so much refined and improved that he could scarcely be recognised as the same person. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. He got out of the car and lifted her from the convertible before she could open the door.
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