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I stole away and walked to the railway station. She seemed just as stiff and shy as a girl ought to be, Lady Palsworthy thought, neither garrulous nor unready, and free from nearly all the heavy aggressiveness, the overgrown, overblown quality, the egotism and want of consideration of the typical modern girl. 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. She was now permitted freely to study the face. ‘You are rude, and stupide, and altogether a person with whom I do not wish to speak. But you must tell her.
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