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It’s not like we’re getting married. Anna sighed as she reflected that her sister had simply revelled in her indiscretions. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. One of the things that most surprised him in her was her capacity for blind obedience. As silent as she had remained about who had brought her home last night. ‘She would say, espéce de diable, this Melusine. Can’t ask the gent to go abroad and condone a bigamy. 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. They would be quite as entertaining as the histories of Guzman D'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, Estevanillo Gonzalez, Meriton Latroon, or any of my favourite rogues,—and far more instructive.
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