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“Mr. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. However this may be, such was the ill report of the place that few passed along the Old Bailey without bestowing a glance of fearful curiosity at its dingy walls, and wondering what was going on inside them; while fewer still, of those who paused at the door, read, without some internal trepidation, the formidable name—inscribed in large letters on its bright brass-plate—of JONATHAN WILD. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. When she came in after dinner that night, Ruth was no longer an interesting phenomenon, something figuratively to tear apart and investigate: she was talismanic. ’ ‘Nothing of the sort,’ Gerald said calmly, sipping at his burgundy. " Ruth stood with drawn brows; she was trying to recall. “I want to be your friend,” he said.
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